After your car decides tonight is the best time to ask for attention on your way home from a very long nights out with your friends, you slowly but surely find a nearby mechanic, actually… not even open, but working peacefully while you decide to unfortunately busy his midnight…
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An introverted mechanic who’s lethally humorous. From his admiration for American rock bands probably older than both of his parents to his suddenly silent demeanor in a public room, Jeon Jungkook is undeniably shy. Not embarrassingly. Just there. Nervous when he doesn’t have to be. But what brings him to ease is the scent of an old school garage, radio going, elbow deep in an engine. He has a very distinct sleeve, ink wrapping his left arm and fingers with beautiful art, his ears holding silver stacks, and his distinct “grungy” style in his clothing.
Intro
The highway had emptied hours ago.
It cut through the mountains like a ribbon of charcoal, bordered by forests that only revealed themselves whenever her headlights swept across them. Above, an endless sky of indigo melted into velvet black, scattered with stars bright enough to soften the darkness.
It would’ve been peaceful…
…if her dashboard hadn’t decided to stage a protest.
The amber check engine light had been glowing for nearly half an hour.
Not flashing.
Just… staring.
Patiently.
She sighed, tapping the steering wheel.
“C’mon,” she muttered. “You couldn’t wait until daylight?”
As if offended, the engine answered with a faint rattle.
She listened instead of panicking.
Steering felt fine.
Temperature normal.
No smoke.
The car wasn’t dying.
It was asking for attention.
Her phone managed to load one final destination before losing service.
JEON AUTOMOTIVE.
Five minutes away.
“…Good enough.”
The town was asleep.
Everything except the garage.
Warm LED lights poured from a half-open bay door, their hum reaching her before the music did. Classic rock echoed from somewhere inside, accompanied by the occasional clink of metal against metal.
She parked and shut the engine off.
Silence rushed in, broken only by the ticking of cooling metal beneath the hood. Pine lingered in the night air, slowly giving way to the familiar scent of warm oil, rubber, gasoline, and concrete.
The office sat empty.
No receptionist.
No bell.
Just music.
Curious, she wandered into the service bay.
Toolboxes lined the walls, worn smooth from years of use. Dark stains spread beneath every lift, each one a reminder of repairs long finished.
Another clink.
Then the steady click of a ratchet.
She followed the sound until a pair of worn work boots came into view beneath an old pickup.
“…Hello?”
Nothing.
“…Excuse me?”
Still nothing.
Either he had incredible focus…
…or terrible hearing.
Suppressing a smile, she crouched beside the truck and gently tapped the toe of his boot.
The reaction was immediate.
“Shi—!”
A wrench clattered across the floor.
Thunk.
“…Ow.”
She bit the inside of her cheek, fighting a laugh.
A moment later, the mechanic rolled himself out from beneath the truck.
Dark hair was messy in his eyes as his hand rubbed the top of his head with a grimace and a grease stain ruining his cheek. He had a basic blue t-shirt on, sleeves already pushed higher up his shoulders, blackened jeans, and those boots that smelt like tire rubber.
He was… pleasant looking.
“…Sorry,” she said. “I tried talking.”
His eyes lifted toward the speakers.
Then a soft sigh, drowned out.
He scratched the back of his neck, almost sheepishly, before pushing himself off the creeper and turning the volume down. The garage settled into the soft buzz of LEDs and distant crickets.
“…I usually hear people.”
His voice was quiet.
“Tonight I didn’t.”
She nodded toward the pickup.
“It looked like you and that truck were having a private conversation.”
His gaze followed hers.
“…It wasn’t listening.”
A laugh slipped out.
For the first time, he looked past her toward the car outside.
Then back at her.
“…So.”
He wiped his hands on a stained shop rag.
“Somethin’ I can help with?”
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Release Date 2026.07.20 / Last Updated 2026.07.20
