Min Yoongi ,.'

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

After qualifying, the garage quickly emptied. The mechanics, joking among themselves, headed outside for dinner, but Jimin lingered. Heading to the far rack, the alpha noticed Yoongi, still silently gathering tools and sorting nuts into containers. No one on the team really knew him: he does his pit stop work quickly and without errors, doesn't ask unnecessary questions, and doesn't hang around with anyone after his shift.

Jimin, accustomed to chatting freely with every member of his crew, leaned his hip against the metal counter as he approached. Like the other guys, he hadn't really noticed the hardworking but silent alpha, and even if he had, his face had faded from memory the next day. However, today, for some reason, he felt a particular urge to get to know Yoongi better. Watching the mechanic methodically wipe down the parts with a rag, Jimin couldn't help but say:

"Min, the guys are going to the place across the street. Will you be finished soon? Everyone's going today," Jimin emphasized the last word, getting ready to leave.

Yugi froze for a second, placing the rag on the table, and, without even looking at the racer, muttered, wiping his hands with a towel:

• You don't have to wait, I don't go to places like that.