⤐ garage.

@❛ jongin kim jaehyun could not sleep, per usual- he didn't know if it was the heavy burdens on his shoulders that caused him to sat unrested or the potential war waiting to wage that kept him tossing and turning between his sheets. admittedly, it would have been easier if he had shared the load with someone he trusted or someone who could simply be the shoulder he required but he was not the man to rain his own worries on anyone else. especially on the little family he'd made over the years.

exhaling a sharp breath, simultaneously releasing a whiff of nicotine, he traipsed past the doors that led to the garage the lycan's manned, thick fingers flicking the ash of his cigarettes onto the ground. the garage had always been a space of comfort, a cocoon that was akin to home. partly because he loved the stench of gasoline, grease and metal that wafted around and also partly because he knew he would find those he cherished most here. and true to his intuition, there jongin sat, focused on the beauty he was working on. and perhaps it was the focus, the give to his work and hobby that he shut down the world around him that made jaehyun hold a soft spot for the man.

he chuckled, dropping the cigarette on the floor before stepping on the with his boot to put it out. "mind if i join you?" he asked, traipsing over to where the cars sat; jaehyun himself was a fellow car enthusiast and it was one of the few things he found in common with the newer lycans.

@❛ jaehyun jung ᵃˡᵖʰᵃ When Jongin started a new project he tended to disappear from the face of the earth. The mechanic got so invested in his work that he tended to stop talking to anyone and everyone, didn’t even go out to enjoy himself or the presence of others until he finished his personal project. He might as well have died during those times, that was how much others saw or heard of him, they only if he was alive if they went to visit him and force him to communicate with them. Hell, the world could be ending, could be set on fire and be devoured by the gods and Jongin wouldn’t know about it until he finished restoring the car he just bought. And to everyone’s dismay the Lycan had just bought two run down 1964 Chevy impala models. Pieces that the one impala was missing were pieces that the other car had, so to Jongin it was the perfect project because he could just use the parts of one model to work into the other. It was the most fun the mechanic could have.
So now he spent most of his nights working in the garage and spent the days sleeping in his apartment. Because the night was peaceful and no customers would disrupt his work, for Jongin it was the perfect time to go after his hobby.
The mechanic was laying on his most comfortable creeper, using a blowtorch to remove parts from underneath one of the cars to work them into the other. He worked with his own playlist playing his favorite music from the speakers in the workshop, humming along to Benjamin Kowalewicz’ vocals with no worries für anything. When Jongin was in one of his restoration phases he never checked the news or his phone or anything similar to that. So he didn’t hear a single thing about the fire that had happened in the club, the big and sad tragedy that had occurred. He didn’t know a single thing about it. So he couldn’t even begin to imagine the storm that was coming his way. Not only his, but the way of his loved ones as well and wasn’t able to even begin to imagine what the tragedy meant for their future. Because he also didn’t know that his own kind had been involved in the incident.
Another thing the brunette couldn’t know, was that he would find out about all of this soon. That his dear alpha would have to inform him about everything and that they would have to discuss the matter together. And that it would disrupt what little peace they, as a pack, had left.

@❛ hyojin ahn Jongin had gotten up quite early that morning. He had taken on two clients last week: an old, damaged C5 Corvette that needed some restoring as well as a 1955 Buick that needed a new set of tires and a new coat of paint as well. Today he was finishing up some routine maintenance on the Buick, laying underneath the slightly lifted car on a creeper to roll around easily. He was alone today too so he could freely listen to his favorite playlist on speakers. Thanks to the music the brunette didn't hear the female enter the garage. He did perk up a bit when he thought he heard someone call out to him and only really realized that he was no longer alone when the loud ringing filled the workshop. He groaned as he rolled out from underneath the car, reaching for the remote to turn down the volume of Nirvana playing from the speakers standing in the corners of the garage.
"I'm coming!", he called out from between the cars as he got up and stretched. When Jongin spotted Hyojin he rolled his eyes and grinned despite the annoyance he faked: "How many times do i need to tell you that ringing once or twice is more than enough?" The mechanic walked over to the lady while grabbing a dirty towel off one of the carts standing there to wipe his dirty hands. As usual he wore a black top and a brown overall that he wore just as pants, top half tied around his waist. Jongin smiled fondly once he stood in front of Hyojin, eyes warm and kind while looking at her. "Hey there sweetheart, what brings you here?" He placed the towel next to Hyojin on the counter before walking around it to grab two glasses from the shelf in the bureau area behind the front counter and set it down on Hyojins other side before heading to the fridge. "Do you want water or soda? We ran out of beer last night so I can't offer you any of that."

@❛ jongin kim a groan of frustration leaves rose quartz tiers hidden behind the raven tent of her helmet as she careens into the parking lot of the familiar garage. her Harley was always giving her issues. she loved the thing, a nice shiny classic, but she mistreated him; riding his wheels bald and overheating his engine. kicking the stand into place, she leaps off of the metallic beauty, pulling the helmet from her head. she then shakes out the glistening waterfall of silky, golden tresses that then bounce against her shoulders and travel the length of her back.

“Be right back, Baby.” she coos to the vehicle, hooking the helmet on the handlebar, before dainty digits find the zipper of her leather rider’s jacket. the mechanism whirs when it glides downward, revealing the lacy bralette beneath, her typical attire (which, admittedly, was a far cry from her uniform when she was mortal).

“Where’s my favorite greasy pup?” she calls with a playful ring in her voice; faded denim hugs her curves as she hops up on to the front counter, hooking one, lithe leg over the other. slender digits seal themselves together as her manicured hand comes down on the ‘ring for assistance’ bell to her right. once, twice, thrice, and then a rapid series of obnoxious ringing in tandem with girlish laughter.