Jungkook was beginning to think he should have taken a left at the previous intersection. He had trusted his GPS to know the route but now that the device insisted he was driving in the middle of rice fields—when he was, in fact, riding the newest motorway to Socho—he finally understood the gravity of his careless decision. The road was smooth though, and thanks to lack of traffic, he was able to cruise at a comfortable speed on his BMW R 1250 GS motorcycle and was hoping to reach his destination before the end of the afternoon. If he didn't get lost on the way, that is.

Perhaps he shouldn't have taken his eyes off the road the admire the nearby bushy mountains covered in red foliage. But it most likely would not have made a difference since the driver of the four-wheeler heading his way should not have been behind the wheel at all, what with his blood alcohol levels reaching 1.56 g/l.

The impact sent him flying over the hood of the car before crashing to the ground a few metres off. A sharp, excruciating pain cut through his bones before his body shut down. He felt lightheaded, and disoriented. His ears registered the sound of a vehicle driving away.

F*ck.

His first accident ever and he just had to cross path with a hit-and-run driver.

F*ck. F*ck. F*ck.

He tried moving his head but the throbbing returned, searing.

He screamed in his helmet, voice echoing inside the headgear that had just saved his life.

Jungkook hadn't realized he had blacked out—perhaps a coping mechanism of the brain to deal with the shooting pain—but when he opened his eyes again, he was met with an unfamiliar face which looked in as distressed as he presently felt.

"Oh thank heavens you're ALIVE!"

Was the guy crying? What ever for? That's when Jungkook's breathing picked up dramatically. He needed air. Quick. His visor was fogging up and Jungkook couldn't f*cking move. Was he really meant to die on an empty roadside? Of bloody suffocation?

The fresh air hit him like a wave of cold water.

"There, it's open. Oh my goodness, you're—bleeding!"

No sh*t.

"I called 119. An ambulance is on its way but it might take a while. We're kinda in the middle of nowhere."

No f*cking sh*t.

Jungkook's throat was parched. His lips begged for water.

But the guy began tearing up again. "I know you must be thirsty and I really want to help, but I also know it's ill-advised to give water to someone who's been injured. I might accidentally kill you and, well, that's the last thing I want right now."

That's when Jungkook's lips twitched in a smile before asking for something else.

The man had to lean in very close to be able to hear the whispered request. "My name? Kim Taehyung."