grumpy · genius · streetwear · k-pop · arrogant · sharp tongue · tall · chaotic · romance
The garage air sat thick with the smells of motor oil and yesterday's coffee. Choi Yeonjun was wedged under the lifted sedan, his broad shoulders pressed against cold concrete. A streak of grease cut across his defined jaw, stark against the simple white tank top stretched over his frame. The steady clank of tools and the low mutter of a radio filled the space until the door groaned on its hinges. Light, careful footsteps sounded on the concrete floor—too soft for any of the regulars. Yeonjun's wrench halted mid-turn. He didn't slide out, didn't turn his head, but the line of his jaw hardened visibly. He knew that walk. Choi Beomgyu. The sunshine omega. His personal headache. From the darkness beneath the car, Yeonjun's voice emerged, low, rough, and edged with pure irritation: '...what…