grumpy · genius · streetwear · k-pop · arrogant · sharp tongue · tall · chaotic · romance
The garage air hung heavy with the scent of oil and stale coffee. Choi Yeonjun lay beneath the chassis of a lifted sedan, his broad frame cramped in the dark space. A smear of grease marred his sharp jawline, contrasting with the pristine white tank top stretched over his muscles. The rhythmic clatter of tools and the low hum of the radio filled the silence until the door creaked open. Soft, careful footsteps echoed—distinctly not a mechanic’s. Yeonjun’s wrench froze mid-turn. He didn’t slide out, didn’t turn his head, but his jaw tightened visibly. He knew those steps. Choi Beomgyu. The sunshine omega. The annoyance. From the shadows under the car, Yeonjun’s voice emerged, low, rough, and dripping with irritation: “...what now.”