─ tao's apt

@♠ byun baekhyun Oh I'm over the god damn moon to see you, don't you know? I miss you so much, Baekkie
*mumbles as I finish up tidying, shooting you a glare when you say that you're surprised I can cook*
Oh I just made you cook. Since I'm clearly the manlier and better of us two I figured I'd just order you around to do things
Makes sense, doesn't it?
*rolls my eyes at your lame excuse for the state of two of your tyres, working on fixing the new ones on*
Hey, you see the two glass shapes at the front? Yeah, they're lights. There's a button inside that turns them on and can help avoid these situations, believe it or not
And you just said a gigantic hole, how the did you not see it?
*sighs, thinking you take such little care of your cars as usual, working on the last tyre in silence before checking them*
*kicks the tyre for good measure, checking the pressure before dusting off my hands and turning to you, gesturing to your fixed car*
Ta-ing-dah
*brushes my arm over my face, tossing my head a bit to get the hair out of my eyes, looking lean even under the dim lighting of the street*

@♦ huang zitao -
/he doesn't want to answer to anything you're
asking or saying because he knows it'll all end
in some kind of fight and he's not in the mood
to get into one with you right now, he's tired
and he simply wants to go back home to rest for
the next races that are coming faster than he
thought they would; instead of rolling his eyes
again, he lets out yet another long sigh and
keeps looking elsewhere, not bothering to look
at you anymore since he knows it'll piss him off
even more./ don't get all mad now, zitao. i'm
sure you're happy to see me even though you don't
want to admit it. /he's obviously just teasing,
a single corner of rosy tiers tugging upwards into
a faint smile for only a few seconds as he then
follows you inside of your apartment, not really
feeling like staying outside all by himself for
some unknown reasons; as you're eating, he just
wanders around the place, gazing at a few pictures
and a few things here and there, remembering the
times when he used to be here pretty often, which
makes him groan to himself, a look of disgust on
his face before he can walk back to where you are./
you actually are able to cook food for yourself?
that's a surprise. /he mumbles, nodding to himself,
not caring if his words might piss you off as he
recalls being the one who often cooked when the
two of you were together back in the days; minutes
pass and you're back outside next to his car./
the roads are horrible and it's getting dark. how
was i supposed to see the gigantic hole there was
in the middle of the street. ers need to work
on these roads, seriously. /the last part of his
sentence comes out quietly as he curses mentally./

@♠ byun baekhyun *looks over at you sharply when you tell me to shut up, jaw tensed as I stop at the front of your car and see the front left and rear right tires are down to flats*
Who the doesn't carry at least one spare in their car?
And don't roll your goddamned eyes at me either
I don't have to do a single thing for you, money involved or not. Its not like I need that
*mutters and kicks the flat tires, grunting as I slide my hair back from my face and begin walking back to my apartment*
*leaves the door open for you, assuming you'll come back inside after me as I grab my plate of food*
*sits down and begins to eat it, rubbing my head with the pen I had in my hands, tapping it against my sharp jaw for a moment*
*finishes eating quicker than I'd like to before getting up, tossing the items into the sink before heading to one of the back rooms of my apartment*
*carries two tyres, yes two, on my shoulders, one on each, brining them out before rolling one of them with my foot*
*pats my pockets, bringing out the couple of tools I have handy and places them down, disappearing inside again to get a wench*
*glances at you, lifting the car up onto the other side so I can begin the replacement of the tyres for you*
What blew them anyway?
*asks as I crouch down and work on them, metal clanging softly as I hold a torch in my mouth, the sun having set some time ago so now working in the dimmed sky*

@♦ huang zitao -
/his straight face can probably talk for himself
as he looks up at you, not really caring whether he's
bothering you or not since the only thing he has in
mind right now- is he's precious car and nothing else;
he clicks his tongue before looking elsewhere, trying
his best to control his actions since he's obviously
in need of your help at the moment and he knows you
well enough to be sure of one thing- if he pisses you
off too much, you'll probably just leave without doing
anything for him and as much as he would love to get
away from you, he is unable to since his car is in need
of some fixing./ please shut your face, hm? how about
that? /he grumbles before crossing a pair of thin limbs
over his chest, glaring up at you with small, brown orbs;
he nods a few times at what you say, although the action
is barely noticeable since he doesn't want to put all of
his energy into approving with your words; a few seconds
later, he's found following you to the other side of the
road where his car is, watching as you act like you know
all about his mclaren, which, once again, makes him roll
his eyes, something he often does whenever he's annoyed
by something./ are you that stupid? i would know how to
fix all of that if these problems actually occurred. but
i got two flat tires because of the ing street holes.
and you probably have spare ones. /he mumbles before
avoiding your gaze as he looks somewhere else./ i'll pay
you or whatever- just fix them so i can leave as soon as
possible. /a loud and long sigh escapes rosy tiers as he
slowly gazes back at you, taking in how good looking you
still are, which makes him groan to himself./

@♠ byun baekhyun Hold up. Just one ing moment, you're telling me to shut up but you're the one who just shows up on my doorstep
And your timing is still the same, always calling in on me when I'm about to eat my dinner...
*sighs and rubs the back of my head just like you do, that something that obviously hasn't changed between us*
Tsk... asinine as usual. Didn't you sense something might have been wrong with your cars? Or don't you know them very well still?
Aish...
I'll take a look at it then see what needs done, otherwise I'm coming back inside to eat my dinner when I'm done
I'll sort it out afterwards, alright?
*disappears inside my home before getting my jacket, pulling it on before following you out to your car, sliding out a pen from behind my ear*
Tell me the usual
Has the oil caused you problems in the last six months? Is there any drag with the car? Is the engine acting out of the norm?
*asks all the usual questions as I head to your car on the other side of the street, rolling my neck and chewing on the end of my pencil*
*walks around your car as I examine it for a moment, waiting for you to answer me but hearing nothing, sighing and looking back at you*
Yah, c'mon
*waiting for you to tell me, putting one of my hands on my hips before I even think about touching the item*

@♦ huang zitao -
/he grumbles quietly under his breath once you
open the door and start rambling what sounds like
to his ears, rolling his eyes and letting out
a sigh as well, not really wanting to be here at
the moment since seeing your face makes him want
to just punch you in the throat because of what
happened in the past; he takes in a deep breath
before he can part his lips once it's his turn to
speak, a look of slight disgust visible on his
face as he gazes up at you from his small height./
would you shut up? /he ends up scoffing before
slowly shaking his head in disbelief, lifting a
hand up to ruffle the back of his hair, annoyed
at the fact that he has to stand in front of you
at the moment even though he just wishes to walk
away and say ' it'./ keep your ty remarks
to yourself, alright? it's not like i want to be
here. i have no other choice, so stay quiet. /he
lets another loud sigh escape rosy tiers before he
can gaze elsewhere for a moment, his eyes landing
on his mclaren that's on the other side of the street./
something came up and there's no garage close so i
can fix my car- /it takes him everything he has
inside to say the next few words, his voice being
barely audible as he glances back at you./ i kind
of need you to do something about that.

@♠ byun baekhyun *smiles as I nudge the firm tyre of one of my newer cars in the garage, having tinkered around with it for most of the day*
Home time
*murmurs after parking the car away, climbing into another car out front and driving myself home*
*washes up once I'm home, sighing as I get to making myself some dinner, checking my phone and replying to the gang members*
*is about to sit down to eat my dinner before I hear a knock on my door, blinking and getting up*
Hell-
*eyes widen when I open the door before raising an eyebrow and leaning against the door frame*
You came to the wrong place
ty garage of our gang is that way
*points in the general direction of it, sighing and and opening the door a bit more with my foot*
What do you want Baek?

@♦ huang zitao -
/after a good thirty minutes of staring at his car,
his baby, his white and beautiful mclaren, baekhyun curses
once more, turning his hands into fists as he kicks the
ground, as if it would change what's happened minutes
earlier; his car his car needs some fixing and he's lost,
pretty far away from the garage where s work,
which is pretty much why he's so upset at the moment for
not being able to fix it all by himself or even ask his
childhood friend, jongin, to fix it for him since he knows
that guy is good at making everything better since he's
worked on baekhyun's car before./ god damn it. /he breathes
out, taking in a deep breath as he turns his head towards
the direction of your apartment, knowing you're probably the
only thing he has left even though he does hate your guts
ever since the day you both broke up because he found out
that you were in another gang, one that he despises; he
sighs quietly to himself before pushing his hands inside
the pockets of his pants, making his way across the street
to go knock at your door, knuckles barely touching the
hard surface as he doesn't really want to be here at the
moment./ open up, you . . . /he mumbles to himself./