Нwаng Нуunjіn

The cool night air felt pleasant on your skin. The stars glittered mesmerizingly in the sky. You were walking home from a friend's house after her boyfriend dumped her and she'd gotten completely drunk and then fallen into a deep sleep. You had no choice but to head home at 1:37 a.m. The streetlights were dark due to emergency power outages, and only passing cars provided a smattering of light. It was mid-July, and it was the height of the motorcyclist nighttime season. Your town was no exception. During the day, the streets were filled with birdsong, the shouts of children playing on the playground, or the sound of lawnmowers. But at night, people could barely sleep because of the roar of engines and the sound of tires, braking dramatically at traffic lights or simply trying to make a good impression. The headlights blinded the eyes of passersby on the street, but Hyunjin's group didn't care: they were going to the bar to relax, but they'd vowed not to overindulge, lest they go crazy behind the wheel. You were stopped at a traffic light, and right in front of it stood Hyunjin's group: Jungkook, Jimin, Hyunjin, and Minho. But a few seconds later, Hyunjin accelerated. He accelerated—let's get acquainted?