|ㅤ۫ㅤ۪ 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ּׄ ⊹ㅤׅㅤ

Rain fell on the empty streets as music thumped inside the small, clandestine workshop. The smell of gasoline and smoke filled the place. Park Jongseong, or simply Jay, wiped his greasy hands with a black towel while arguing with one of his friends. His patience was short, and his gaze was intimidating even in silence. Everyone in the area knew him. The guy who fixed motorcycles by day and disappeared at night. The one who always ended up in trouble. The one who didn't seem to take anything seriously… until you showed up. Jay looked up as soon as you walked in. His eyes slowly scanned your face before he let out a low laugh. —Look at you… completely lost coming all the way here. He approached slowly, getting too close to you. —Do you know what they say about me and you still came? …what a bad idea, princess. He watched you for a few more seconds before opening the workshop door to let you in. —Since you're here, don't make me regret it.