` auto parts & repair

@lee sungyeol Right, tuning his car. It was to be expected considering the place they were at. Myungsoo almost felt thankful for the small distraction from their discussion, his gaze diverting away from Sungyeol’s face to scan his surroundings, trying to find which vehicle was the other's.

Tuning a car, Myungsoo could manage. He had done it plenty of times since the accident and even if he often felt his chest constricting with envy at the sight of all the cars he had to work on, it was still more bearable than all the unwanted memories surging up in his mind as Sungyeol kept mentioning the past. Was he still using the same car? Myungsoo doubted it - it had been a whole four years after all and even if he had kept the same ride, it probably wasn’t recognizable by now. He tried to push away the burning feeling of nostalgia slowly beginning to suffocate him. No, he would not let his guard down again, he would not let his stupid feelings dominate him again. He had worked on a ton of different cars and this one would be no exception.



The distraction, albeit not as pleasurable as he had originally thought of it, was very much welcomed but didn’t last long.



Myungsoo had naively thought he had successfully redirected Sungyeol’s attention to another, more or less enjoyable topic. But no, it seemed like the other had no intentions from backing down nor to stop pressing the issue - , why did he have to be so damn persistent? Myungsoo had made it pretty damn clear that he was done talking about the things of the past, that the issue was closed but no, of course Sungyeol wouldn’t let it go so easily. .



", Sungyeol, what is this? A ing interrogatory? Did I commit a ing crime or what? Why do yo-" The words died down in his throat at the same time as the other abruptly stopped talking, his expression changing to one Myungsoo knew too well. ‘He knows.’ That’s all he could think of, the thought echoing through his mind constantly, leaving an unpleasant feeling of deja vu.

"Don’t.. " he murmured, the words unconsciously leaving his mouth at the sight of the retreating figure in front of him. That expression. He had recognized it instantly. He had seen it so many times, on so many faces - the nurses and doctors who took care of him, his gang members when he was finally able to get check out of the hospital, and now him. That expression, that mix of confusion, panic, uneasiness and something that looked like regrets - or maybe sadness? But most importantly, that look of pity, that look that says ‘I feel so sorry for the pathetic state you’re in’. Myungsoo hated it, despised it with all his being. He didn’t need anyone’s pity or empathy, didn’t need people to ing feel sorry for him, didn’t need them to make him feel even more miserable than he already was. What were they thinking anyways? That apologies and compassion would make him feel better? That it would give him back the life he once led? It didn’t. It was more like rubbing salt on a wound, only making him realize the gap between his old life and his new one, only making him ache more.

Coming from Sungyeol, who once thought of him as his equal, his rival even, was way worse than with anyone else. Myungsoo’s pride was already at its lowest level since the accident but at that particular moment, it seemed like someone was stomping on it, crushing it down to pieces. In the past, he would have never thought the other’s opinion would matter so much to him but now he couldn’t deny it.

Anger started spreading through his system, making his blood boil, his arms muscles contracting as he clenched his fists. What was he angry at? Was it at life and how things had turned out for him? Or what is at Sungyeol? He wasn’t so sure. But either way, he had to vent. "Stop it. Don’t you dare ing look at me like that, Lee Sungyeol. ing hell. Did you really have to bring this up?" He barked, unknowingly raising his voice, earning a few stares from other customers. Great, that was exactly what he needed : more attention drawn to him.

@♣ kim myungsoo Sungyeol was a little thrown by Myungsoo’s words, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. The words themselves weren’t overtly strange or out of place in any way—the many taunts they’d traded back in the day had been their main method of communication, really. If he thought back he could easily summon the image of that overconfident smirk Myungsoo used to give him right before they got back into their cars to duel it out, even still feel the mix of irritation and heat that it always inspired in him. It wasn’t everyone who roused him like that; some racers were simply more interesting opponents than others and as annoying as he’d been Myungsoo had very definitely been one of them.

But there was something different about Myungsoo now. Something had changed, and Sungyeol knew it—he didn’t know what but he was sure as hell that something was different and it wasn’t in a good way. Not just different, even; something was missing.

Suddenly aware that he’d been staring instead of replying, he snorted noncommittally, determined to keep the conversation going. He had to find out why and in what way Myungsoo had changed or it would bug him forever. “Oh, so that’s how you’re going to put it? You were the one who disappeared, not me. I’ve still been racing all these years, but you…”

He trailed off, realising he didn’t know what Myungsoo had been doing. Well, damn. This was the problem with meeting someone again after so long; not that he’d ever known Myungsoo well in the first place, but now he basically knew nothing about him anymore. . He guessed he’d have to start from ground zero again. “What are you doing now, anyway? Because you’ve done a damn good job of avoiding me—I haven’t heard a thing about you since your vanishing act. Just fess up, you were scared.”

He’d kept his tone light, if a little taunting, as if the four years hadn’t passed and he was simply addressing Myungsoo before a race again. But his attempts to keep the conversation normal were thrown out of the window with Myungsoo’s next words because , he had /never/ seen Myungsoo falter like that before. He was used to being taunted and provoked and even ridiculed by the guy—he was decidedly unprepared to deal with… this.

What way was there to describe it? That was raw pain if Sungyeol had ever seen it. It was the kind of look people got in bars when they were just drunk enough that all of their worst memories were coming back to haunt them, except way, way more intense. It was regret and hurt and grief on a level that Sungyeol wasn’t even remotely acquainted with. He hadn’t— it, this was /not/ what he’d expected he’d get when he’d spoken to Myungsoo.

What had really happened all those years ago?

A blink later, though, and Sungyeol suddenly found himself looking at an expression that was completely stony again. There wasn’t a hint of that pain he’d seen, not even a little crack in that perfect mask when he was addressed coldly and calmly all over again. Thrown all over again, Sungyeol just stared at Myungsoo for a long moment, half-wondering if he’d imagined those few seconds of weakness.

But he was pretty sure he hadn’t.

“Well, it’s my car, actually. Nothing urgent, I just wanted to get a little fine-tuning done before this race…” His brow furrowed slightly as he realised that it didn’t really seem important anymore. Which was ridiculous because if anything in the world could ever be called important to him it would be his ride, but… he couldn’t let go of that look in Myungsoo’s eyes so easily. Sighing in frustration, he refocused his attention on Myungsoo, staring straight at him. “ that. Myungsoo, what the hell? What happened to you? And don’t tell me nothing, because something happened and it’s ing obvious but I don’t know what. Did you—” He broke off, sudden memories of the rumours he’d heard resurfacing. All that talk about an accident and Myungsoo had said he’d ‘gotten rid’ of his car (Sungyeol called bull, he’d loved that baby too much to ever do that) and—oh, . Now it was adding it up.

Suddenly aware that he’d probably dug himself into a hole with what he said, Sungyeol took an unconscious step back, at a loss for words. , , , what was he supposed to do now? Apologise? Try to pretend he hadn’t asked about something Myungsoo probably never wanted to remember again? , he needed to remember to think things over before he said something. With no idea of what to do, he ended up just looking at Myungsoo again, feeling more than a little uncomfortable (and he was pretty damn sure it was showing). But now it was way too ing late to anything he’d said back.

@★ koo junhoe Excitement coursed through Taehyung's veins. It was a big race day. Lots to do and see, so much competition (friendly and not) and so so many people. The young man couldn't help his knee bouncing as he sat quietly on a bench waiting for things to start. A loud group caught his attention. Members from another gang were seated not too far away, discussing how they were sure that they would "take the gold" as if this were professional leagues. The almost muted questioning of their conviction brought a small smirk to Taehyung's lips. The following, rather rude, retort made the young man's chest ache a bit. Talk about having unpopular opinions...
"... I'm betting you'll win this race." The statement took him off guard as Taehyung looked up at the man that was now in front of him, leaning back against the barrier.
"Me?" he asked dumbfoundedly, pointing questioning at his nose. "I'm not racing today, but I appreciate your support." he laughed loudly, showing a blinding grin.

@♠ park jinyoung [[ gomenasaii orz, i was busy admiring anime live actions T_T, told ya i oTL]]


"Aye Kid, we have some visitors",
/someone yelled at him while he was working in the backpart of the shop/
/he was a little, wait no, he is grouchy after his superior have woken him up from his deep and hung over sleep/
"you look like man pull yourself together"
/another loud aggravating voice echoed inside the working area/
I took extra shifts cuz i needed to finish some work,
there weren't any energy drink left so i drank some beer instead,
/he answered as he wiped some beads of sweat dripping down his from his forehead, as his head was nagging in pain/
"as i was saying, our homies sent someone to help us out,"
/the latter paced closer near him/
"aight?, just try and coop with this kid, mkay?"

@♠ jeon jungkook Jeon Jungkook...
/ runs a hand down his face as he sighs in defeat and listens to you go on about how you'll be fine without his help, an eyebrow raising because e questions the validity of your statement.
I'm not sure whether I should hit you again or squeeze the life out of you. Just... Be careful, okay?
/ sets the supplies on the counter and hugs you from the side with one of his arms, putting a hand on your chin to continue looking at your wounds.
It looks like it hurts, Jungkook. You know I'm only worrying about you, right? I can't believe you thought it would be a good idea to swerve a corner like that.
/ pats for the supplies once the cashier is done scanning them and heads out of the shop with you, shielding his eyes from the sun with his hand.
Are you going to watch me fix up your car?

@♣ do kyungsoo if i get some of tattooist friends to draw on my cast, it'll
probably look badass. /smirks as he imagines a large, intricate
pattern going down the side of his cast.
soo hyung. don't be a party pooper. my busted lip makes me
look like that kylie jenner chick. /flashes you a pose with his lips
forming a pout and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
i can just duct tape a plastic bag to my arm and the cast will
stay nice and toasty in there. don't worry!
i can survive this without a lot of your help.
/cries out loudly as you hit his shoulder.
stop bullying me! /turns around just a little to keep my healthy
arm out of your reach.

@♠ jeon jungkook This is badass?!
/ nearly screeches as he gestures to your cast and your lip, stomping his foot down in hopes of asserting his position on your situation.
And you're lying if you say you can handle life with your right arm. How are you going to shower? You don't want to be dirty for three months, do you?
/ whacks your health shoulder and huffs, nearly hitting you upside the head because he realizes that arguing is going to get him nowhere with you.
I'm only going to drive you around if you absolutely need it, and I swear Jungjook if I find out anyone is driving you behind my back I'm jacking up all your engines and changing it with a 1990 toyota's!
/ takes your hand in his own to check out the parts and kicks your ankle lightly, squeezing your hand almost a bit too firm to show you that he's serious.
Just you wait, if you get into another accident I'm taking all your keys, and all your cars. You'll never drive yourself into a wall again.

@♣ do kyungsoo i'm not reckless! i'm just badass!
/whines loudly as he's pulled towards the shelves of parts
i can handle myself perfectly fine with only my right arm.
/winces, his nose crinkling up, as your thumb grazes the
bloody cut.
would you let me drive if i promise you that i won't do anything super crazy?
/raises an eyebrow and nudges your side twice
please? i don't have anyone to drive me places besides
you and i really don't think you would want to babysit
me everyday until this thing heals...
/he lifts his sky blue cast to show it off and then clings onto you.
i'll buy you dinner one day if you let me off the hook just this
one time. if i get into another accident, feel free to just take
my cars away from me until i get better.
/nods his head several times without thinking much about what
he just said.

@♠ jeon jungkook Nissan GTR... Alright, I think I have some stuff for that.
/ sighs and turns around, hand going to your face to tilt it up so he can get a good look at the injuries on your face.
You're so stupid, you know that? Be careful from now on.
/ rubs the back of your neck fondly with his hands before moving to pick up some more parts for your crashed car, tugging you along with him by the arm that isn't broken.
You're going to be stuck with a broken arm for so long. You're forbidden from driving until you're completely healed, you got that? You're far too reckless. And take care of yourself, Jeon Jungkook, leave the car to me.
/ frowns and eyes you from the side of his vision ; runs his thumb under your busted lip and grumbles in dissatisfaction.
Why can't you just take it easy once in a while, make your hyung worry less.

@♣ do kyungsoo /he sighs deeply with his slightly swollen bottom lip jutting out just a little bit.
she's a 2015 nissan gtr nismo. just a pearly white is fine for now.
please take extra good care of my baby.
/he runs his fingers along the once perfect car hood before
turning fold his arms at chest, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.
well i didn't want to run over the stupid dog that was on the street.
i admit that it was a pretty stupid idea to swerve left even though
there was just an empty field to the right but at least i saved the dog's life!
/just as he thought about his injuries from the accident, a searing hot
pain flashes through his arm.
thankfully, all i got out of that was just a busted lip and broken arm.
/he leans against his damaged car and groans softly as the pain returns once again

@♠ jung jinhyeong (( through squint* not squinted omfg i'm dumb. orz ; ))

@♠ jung jinhyeong It was way too early for this. Myungsoo knew it, was well aware that he would be done for if he was found in this state by another employee or customer. He knew it, yet he couldn’t get himself to stop, his lips resting on the neck of his third bottle of soju, remaining immovably ajar as the contents of the glass container flowed in his mouth, some of the liquor spilling and running down his chin. He tossed away the now empty bottle, the sound of the glass shattering on the rock hard floor resonating throughout the deserted back-store. A contented sigh left his lips as his eyelids fluttered shut, reeling in the lingering burn going from his throat down to his lungs. He felt hot - small beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead - but it was a nice sensation of warmth, making his body feel pliant, rid of the consistent pain that was slowly breaking him down ever since the accident had happened.

He was about to reach for another bottle, his lips curving in a lazy smirk, when a voice rang through the shop, making him jump. "Damn it.. " he hissed, pulling himself up from his seated position, immediately leaning on the nearest counter as dizziness hit him, his surroundings beginning to spin around. Who the goes to a repair shop so early in the morning?

He barely made his way back to the front of the shop, knocking down a few tools in the process. He leaned on the frame of the door connecting the shop to the back-store, trying to spot the intruder, only to openly stare at him through squinted eyes once he did. His sight was blurry, precluding him from discerning the other's features, forcing Myungsoo to get closer to him, approaching him with unsure steps that clearly hinted at his current state.The other looked young, way too young for the business, probably around the same age as Myungsoo was when /it/ happened. "What the are ya doin' here, kid? This ain't a playground." His tongue was heavy, his words coming out as a drunken slurr, taking away from the sting he had originally wanted his words to carry. His expression turned to a scowl. No. It would not happen again. He would never allow it. He could still hear the tires screeching, could still feel the way his body had jerked from the impact, the unbearable pain. No, never again, not for him nor for anyone else. Perhaps was it only alcohol driven thoughts but Myungsoo was too shaken up to get his head straight.

@♠ jeon jungkook You're an idiot, you know that?
/ grumbles under his breath as he picks out various parts to fix up the car that's waiting in his garage ; thumbs with one of the pieces and sighs as he leans back on one of the shelves to think through.
I can't believe you rammed your car into the wall like that. It amazes me how you're still alive.
/ puts the parts into the basket he's carrying on his left arm and cups his cheek with his free hand, eyebrows knitting in concern.
What did you say your car was? I need to know the year and specific model.
/ stalks along the aisles, on the look out for one of he pieces he needs regardless of model ; heads over to the paint section and waits, scanning over all the colors
What color?

@lee sungyeol It was a busy day, the repair shop bustling with noise, swarming with mechanics and customers running around, the constant goings and comings almost making it hard to circulate inside the establishment.

Myungsoo hadn’t noticed the new customer setting foot in the shop - too preoccupied by the searching of a lost wrench – nor had he catch his vehicle braking before coming to a halt in one of the unoccupied car stalls of the shop, the screech of the brake shoes against the wheel remaining unheard, swallowed up by the incessant clunks and thuds resonating throughout the entire garage.

A familiar voice rang in his ears, interrupting his hunt for the missing tool. He repositioned himself to face the interloper, only to be greeted by the sight of a familiar figure. Recognition dawned upon him almost instantly. Years had passed and still, the other hadn’t change one bit - same soft features, overly tall frame and stupid, despicable smile that made his lips look like they were going to rip from being overly-strechted. And no, he hadn’t been staring, he always had the eye to notice such details. Or maybe he had. But who cares.


At the mention of their past rivalry, his lips briefly curved up in a dry smirk, exerting himself to prevent the odd, constricting feeling burning down his chest from distorting his now neutral expression. "Afraid? I made you a damn, ing favour Lee Sungyeol; I spared you from the pain of loosing to me again." It wasn’t the truth, and the other probably would not buy it, but the bite of his own words left Myungsoo oddly comforted, dulling away the sorrow of unaccomplished dreams and unattainable ideals. He never coped well with reminiscing his past. And it’s easy, convenient, to transfer some of his anger and bitterness to someone else. It helps unwind, it makes him fall into the illusion of having some kind of power, some kind of control over something - a feeling that had suddenly disappeared from his life four years ago, when /it/ happened. It may have sound pathetically wicked but Myungsoo didn’t care - he never did.

"My car.. " A sharp pang of distress hit his chest as the other referred to his old car, the strong gaze he had kept on Sungyeol momentarily wavering as images of his vehicle reduced to disparate pieces of burnt metal filled his mind. In between all the consequences of the accident, loosing his car was the one thing he still hadn’t find a way to cope with. Physical pain was easily tuned down but the lost of his ride was never consoled. People didn’t understand, found it childish, but it was /his/ car, the one he almost grew up with, the one he had hoped would last him for as long as a car could last. Acquiring it was the long awaited achievement of a childhood dream. A dream that was ruthlessly crushed by the hazards of life.

He became aware of his own little moment of weakness and his eyes found their way back to the Sungyeol’s, his stare as cold and emotionless as ever. "I got rid of it." There was no falter in his voice, no sign of his previous agitation. "Now, it’s not that catching up with you isn’t enjoyable, but I’m at work right now. Why are you here? Did you need something?"

@♠ kim taehyung [[ I changed my mind, XD and i did it on 3rd hehe]]


It was an exhilarating day where two gangs are to defy there misunderstandings with, of course the usual method, racing. Though Junhoe was excited, he felt a little dismay just by watching from a distance, he loves watching his mates going on races and beating some asses up but he too fantasizes about these things as well. Oh how he wishes to experience those thrilling and breathtaking moments, how wanted to be on that position, to sense how actually an adrenaline rush feels. Though he knows his desires, he is quite content by just watching from a gap, since he knows he doesn't have the guts to do so just because of a scar embedded in to his right shoulder. It was like a reminder, it slaps him from his daydreaming state, somewhat telling him that it was a delusion to expect that he could do such thing.
Junhoe remained still, simpering to himself, wondering what might the outcome be though all of s were already betting that they would for surely win. "hhmm, maybe, but you really don't know what miracle might happen" he mumbled but his comrades manages to over hear it, "oh yeah? who asked for your opinion? mr. smarty pants?" the latter shouted back with his other buddies laughing at Junhoe. He didn't uttered another word as he knows that it'll only ignite a fight and he doesn't like it since he has huge respects towards his gang mates. He decided to move from a different bench right across another male, his face was knew to his sight therefore concluding that he maybe from the other gang. "you know, I'm betting that you will win this race" he aimlessly said, "chances are, the one who will represent us will arrive drunk" he spoke again this time nodding his head while he slowly lean against the cold concrete behind him. Not really minding if the other answers him or not, its just a habit of his to start conversing whether with someone or just all by himself.

@♣ kim myungsoo The clanking was incessant- constant and ever-present as Jinhyeong rolled down the street. The hum of the engine came out thicker than usual, the tires treading along the pavement in a slowed pace to accommodate the vehicle's apparent unease. "C'mon, Blue..." he murmured softly, patting the steering wheel with earnest as if it'd actually help anything. "... , , -- Almost there." It didn't take much to know that something was up with his car. Even passersby on the sidewalks beside him tended to pause and shoot him a furrow-browed glance. And although Jinhyeong was generally pretty good with the upkeep, he really hadn't a clue what was going on this time around. All he knew for certain was that he couldn't bring it to his gang's garage. They were already swamped what with the upcoming meet and... and honestly he didn't want any of them to know that he- a trainee and aspiring racer- couldn't do for his own little 'hot wheels'.

Huffing softly, he turned a corner at the pace of an elder's scooter and could spot the repair shop at the end of the driveway. Pulling up, he was relieved to see he was currently the only customer- as most didn't really find it in themselves to roll their asses out of bed earlier than 10 a.m. He parked Blue Jay and the car sputtered to a dying stop almost immediately, leaving the boy to groan in both relief and desolation at a bit of his own misfortune. "Great... Just ing great--" He grumbled softly to conceal his own forlorn state, opening the door and climbing out before peering in the garage. "Uh... Yah! Anyone here? I got a problem with my ride..." He pursed his lips as his echo cast a judgement on him, shifting on his feet as he waited to see if anyone else would be up this early besides himself.

@♣ kim myungsoo [hory shet-- I ship MyungYeol so hard--- Hnnnnnnnngh ;; Why must we rp alongside my Infinite OTP? @ u @ *cries while typing*

@♣ kim myungsoo It’s sheer coincidence that brings Sungyeol to the general repair shop. He doesn’t come by, usually; Sungyeol has no issues with taking advantage of whichever mechanics his current gang is affiliated to. Sure, he might not be staying long, but he trusts most of them—the gangs don’t deal with the untalented ones, after all. Or so he thought because that assumption came back to bite him in the .

Well, all he has to say is that after how badly that last mechanic had messed up his baby, there’s not a chance in hell he’s going back. (He doesn’t care if it was a one-time mistake, because he’s never using that idiot’s services again. He’s not going to give him a second chance to screw with his car.) And just because his luck would fail him just when he needed it, all of the gang’s other mechanics were too busy and he was, after all, too new for his problems to take priority. So the general repair shop was his only option.

Honestly, though, when he gets out of his car and the very first person he sees is way too familiar for him to be mistaken, he almost starts laughing. He doesn’t really believe in that people call fate, but he’d definitely been caught off-guard for a second when he looked over and saw Kim Myungsoo. It’s been four years, but he’d always been way too pretty to forget.

Alright, that isn’t really the main reason. Sungyeol had raced against and lost to this little more than once, after all. He doubts that Myungsoo remembers a four-year-old promise, but their last race had ended in Sungyeol’s loss and he’d sworn he would even the score. Annoyingly, he’d disappeared from the scene after that for whatever reason—Sungyeol had heard some rumours on the wind right after his disappearance about an accident, but eh. He looks healthy enough to Sungyeol now and rumours are rumours. Even if Myungsoo doesn’t race professionally anymore, Sungyeol’s going to do his damndest best to talk him into at least one more. He wonders if Myungsoo has swapped cars by now or if he’s still using his old one, because Sungyeol is—he’s upgraded it enough times that it’s probably not really recognisable anymore, but it would still be pretty nostalgic.

Well, only one way to find out. Sungyeol sidles up to Myungsoo, making sure to get right up in his personal space, and flashes his most obnoxious grin at him. “Myungsoo! Didn’t expect to see /you/ here. Damn, it’s been years, hasn’t it? How many, four? Were you so afraid of losing to me that you avoided me for that long?” He makes sure to adopt the most cheerful, irritating tone he can, deliberately avoiding using any honorifics while he’s at it. He’s not going to lose any chance to rile him up. “So how’s your car? Don’t tell me you got rid of her.” He leans forward, smirking slightly. “I mean, she was way ier than you, after all.”