–––– maybe it wasn’t the safest thing to be doing, but it was what he liked to do. his feet pulled off the resting boards and as the motorcycle slowed down, his feet stopped the momentum. he balanced the bike looking forward at the red lightly. his hands reached down grabbing his phone, just for a moment to look at the time. how was it that he felt late but he had no where to go. woobin placed the phone in his pocket again as he noticed the other cars slowing down in the other lane, they probably had the yellow light.
within seconds he had the bike going, probably even before the red light had flickered. that was probably the bad idea, the unsafe thing he did today because it obviously didn’t work. out of the corner of his eye he saw the car coming, and he quickly was turning the handles int he opposite way, to stop from the obvious crash that was going to happen. luckily before him he jumped off and rolled against the asphalt. the only thing he truly heard was the sound of metal hitting, and crunching, and a swelling pain in the back of his head. he was glad he decided to wear a helmet this time.
he laid their, his eyes flickering open, the sun was dull under the shaded front of the helmet. he sighed, he didn’t feel very injured, sure he was bumped up but, it didn’t matter. he got up quickly to see just what the damage was. his hand going to the chinstrap undoing it as he slowly started to walk towards the car. it didn’t look to serious, maybe for his bike but the car didn’t appear to be to badly damaged.
he reached over knocking on their window as he pulled off his helmet leaning down to see if they were okay. however, his eyes met the person and he laughed. “yah! where did you learn how to drive?” he called out, annoyed with the days events.