𓈒𓏸 mechanic ༄.°

/sells weed and my body for an oil change

@✧˚ p. chaeyoung (love you can respond at restaurant or diner room instead of this ok )

@✧˚ p. chaeyoung changkyun barely spared a glance as she rolled down her window, he remained still, expression as calm and cold as ever, not even a flicker of amusement in his eyes. as she drove away, he exhaled slowly , tightening his grip on the motorbike's handle, he revved the engine once more as he starts to follow the car. "she talks too much." he muttered under his breathe.

when they finally arrived at the restaurant, changkyun parked his motorbike at the parking and he took a moment to straighten his jacket and took off his helmet, fixing his hair right after.

as he approached her, changkyun quick to say, "do me a favour and try not to get lost on your way inside, alright? I'd hate for the staffs to have a deal with your /demanding charm/ before we even sit down." without waiting for her response, he brushed past her , he didn't even look back as he makes way into the restaurant , asking the staff about the table that has been reserved for them and walk to it. taking his seat in peace mind , he waits for his so called fiancée to appear.

@✧˚ i. changkyun "Whatever..." she muttered in response to his cocky comment as she watched the male climbing onto his motorbike like some rebellious teenager, only made her roll her eyes harder. *Such a show-off,* she thought, stifling the laugh building in . The roar of the motorbike engine blared into her ears, sharp and almost unbearable. She winced, shaking her head at Changkyun attitude toward her.

Rosé look at him unfazed with whatever comment that sound mean until he pointed out her possibility in seducing him. Her eyes blinking at him wondering if he hit his head somewhere that is hard that he was spewing nonsense.

It was so ridiculous that it made her want to burst out laughing. Instead, a wide grin crept across her face. "HAH a catch huh? I bet you'd look pretty hot with clown makeup," she quipped, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she shooed the bodyguard away and closed the car door. But she wasn’t done.

Rolling down the window, Rosé leaned out slightly, catching his attention again. Her smile now mischievous; wanted nothing more but to annoyed her fiancé the hell outta him. "Hey Kyun, a cute little advice coming from your fiancée" She ushered and look around for a moment before one hand cupping the side of her face as she whispered out loud. "Stop being delusional and focus not to be late," she jutted her tongue out before quickly rolled up her window and drive away to the restaurant that her father has arranged for them.

@✧˚ p. chaeyoung that deals honestly. changkyun is about to retaliated but holding back his anger since his colleagues is still around the garage and he knows he can't easily hit the woman. awh — that's too bad. this girl is really asking for a slap. he bites his lips while listening to her words. if only there's no bodyguard and his friends around, who knows what changkyun gonna do at this girl. he hates it when she thinks she just won him over.

changkyun clenched his jaw, glaring at her smug expressions as she gestured toward the car. his irritation only grew with every remarks she said. instead of arguing back, he exhaled slowly. "alright, I think maybe you should go ahead, I'll follow behind on my own." he sigh.

"and i think, there is no point in pretending like this is some romantic ride s." his voice laced with annoyance as he stepped towards his motorbike instead of the car.

he swung a leg over his motorbike, starting the engine as it's roared to life. "I'll make sure to keep up, so don't worry. after all wouldn't want to be late at our father's important lunch." he glances at her bodyguard and smirked, "beside who knows what you'll do if I sit in the car — you might thrown me out halfway through or worst — seducing me. I'm pretty hot catch too. heh."

after that he pulled his helmet on, and waited for her to get into the car. "go on I'll be right behind you missy."

@✧˚ i. changkyun Rosé sighed, her irritation thinly veiled by a sarcastic remark. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that you didn’t call it off sooner," she said, arms crossed over her chest as she met his gaze with an equally unfazed expression. She could feel his frustration, and it only spurred her on. "But let's not forget," she added, her voice firm, "this isn't just an ordinary arrangement—it's a very strict business deal between our families. So deal with it."

She pointed out and waited for the man standing before her to choose his faith. Seeing him finally surrender to the offer cause her to smirk, pleased to see him relent. She waited for the man to put on his jacket, couldn't careless about the sound of his co workers teasing him before going out of the greasy garage with him.

As they began walking, Rosé kept her eyes forward, not bothering to look at him until he questions on her bodyguard. She glanced at Changkyun over her shoulder, her expression indifferent. "Sounds like a you problem," she replied coolly. "Not mine though." With that, she continued walking, her heels clicking confidently against the pavement as she headed toward the sleek, black car that awaited her. The driver stood ready, and her bodyguard swiftly moved to open the door for her.

Before stepping inside, Rosé paused and glanced back at Changkyun, giving him a curt nod toward the car. "Get in," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "My father already arranged lunch for the two of us. It's very rude for us to turn out late."

@✧˚ p. chaeyoung he barely glanced at her as his expression void any warmth or concern. "your dress?" he let out a scoff, "doesn't matter to me, I didn't ask for you to come and I definitely didn't ask for you to play dress up." changkyun's voice dropped lower and colder. "this engagement is meaningless to me. I forgot to tell my father to call it off before. hence that's why he's pressuring me right now. "

he finally turned his head , just enough to look at her, "and you think I care about spending time wiht you just because they asked us to? you're just another part of the deal, miss rose."

his eyes flickered towards the bodyguard standing behind her, his irritation barely contained. the thought of being spies on by his father's lackey set his teeth in edge, but even that didn't stir much emotion from him. he hated being watched, controlled.

he sighed. "fine.. if it shuts them up, I'll go. but don't think it's for you. its not." he sighed.. "wait here, I'll grab my jacket." he went inside his office to wash his greasy hands and grab his jacket to cover up his body, informing his staff about the plans as well which earn some teases by his co workers. he rolled his eyes and went back to her.

"we are not going to ride along with your bodyguard right? bc its kinda irritating."

@✧˚ i. changkyun Rosé narrowed her eyes at him, irritation evident in her facial expression. *Is he for real?* She wondered, raising an eyebrow at his unforgiving attitude. This guy.. she swear to God.

“Well, here I am,” she added, her tone laced with sarcasm as she gestured to herself, dressed in a stunning outfit that she had carefully chosen for their lunch 'date'. She caught Changkyun's glance at her dress and felt a surge of annoyance at his word. "What’s wrong with my dress? Is it not pretty enough for you to see your fiancée?"

Rosé shook her head in disbelief. "/Anyway/ I’m not here for the wedding plans either, Changkyun," she said, trying to keep her frustration in check. "Both of our fathers want us to spend time together as an engaged couple. It’s not a request; it’s an order. You shouldn’t reject it."

She pointed toward the bodyguard standing dutifully behind her, arms crossed and expression unreadable. "He will report back to your father if you decide to bail. I don’t think you want to deal with that, do you?" She stated as a matter of fact, biting down her inner cheek to prevent her grin from flashing onto her visage, feeling a bit mischievous for threatening him this way just to make him spend time with her.

@✧˚ p. chaeyoung changkyun furrowed his eyebrows as he's trying his best to remember what the f— she was saying? fiancée? since when does he have one? oh wait — dang. he sighed heavily at the realisation. he looks at her and shaking his head, mentally scolding himself for not telling his father to cancel the engagement before . women and marriage weren't exactly high on his list of priorities. but now here she was, standing in front of him. he noticed the way she was trying to mask her irritation, the forced politeness in her voice, for a moment he — almost — felt bad for how disinterested he seemed. almost.

"right .... the engagement." he finally said as if remembering something trivial. he glanced at her again. well she was definitely pretty but he wasn't the type to get easily flustered and ain't no way he would let that faze him. "I didn't really think you'd show up honestly. " he didn't even bother apologising for not recognising her — it didn't seem necessary for him.

his gaze dropped briefly to the pristine dress she was wearing. "you're not exactly dressed up for me and this place, right ?" he leans against side of a car, and crossing his arm over his chest. "so what now? you're here to discuss wedding plans or something?"

@✧˚ i. changkyun While her supposed to be fiancé spoke to her, Rosé couldn't help but to stare at the man in utter disbelief. This was the man her father had chosen for her? Him shooting too many question made it clear he didn’t recognize her at all, which only added to her irritation.

She had seen pictures of him before—stoic, always with an unreadable expression—but nothing could have prepared her for this. Hell he could have atleast give some reaction since she all dolled up just for him.

*Does he even know who I am?* she wondered, fighting to keep her annoyance in check as she contemplate her father sanity for choosing a man like him staring dead into her umber eyes with his hands all grease up. Her bodyguard gaze burn on her back make her deflated. It's now or never.

Finally, forcing a smile, Rosé shook her head and spoke, "I’m not here to get my car fixed." She voice out trying her best to be polite, though the slight irritation in her tone was about to betrayed her. "I’m Rosé... your fiancée. Your father was the one who told me where you work."

@✧˚ p. chaeyoung changkyun was completely absorbed in the car's engine, his grease-stained hands fiddling with the loose belt. the sound of heels clicking didn't register, nor did the perfume that spread through the garage. he was in his own world, focused entirely on the machine in front of him. he didn't even flinch at the sound of a woman clearing .

when he finally finished, he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm, still oblivious to the woman standing just a few feet away. he didn't even bother to look behind him when he spoke. " if you're here to drop off your car, front desk is on other side, they'll handle it." he turned around to look at the woman, taking in the sparkling designer outfit, the fancy hairstyle and ... the bodyguard(?)

he raised an eyebrow but still nothing clicked. he just assumed she was some rich client who'd wandered into the wrong part of the shop. " you lost something? this isn't a place for whatever you're doing here you know. "

he didn't even tried to hide his confusion. he's trying to figure out why someone like her would be standing in the middle of a greasy garage. the look on his face made it clear — he had absolutely no idea who she was. after a moment, he sighed , clearly more interested in getting back to work.

" look, if your car giving you trouble, I can take a quick look. but I'm kinda swamped right now. maybe try to booking an appointment next time? not really into surprise visits."

@✧˚ i. changkyun Rosé strutted into the mechanic shop, her designer fit sparkling with every step, looking utterly out of place among the rows of cars, tools, and oil stains. Her heels clicked against the slightly stains concrete floor, drawing attention immediately from the mechanics and customer alike.

The bodyguard beside her, keeping a close eye while making mental notes for her father in order to report back their meeting. This wasn’t Rosé’s idea, after all. Her father had practically forced her to come, insisting that she and Changkyun needed to spend time together, preferably over lunch. Rosé was still uneasy about it, not quite sure how she’d fit into his world as this will be their first meeting.

After asking one of the workers where her fiancé was, she nodded in thanks and hurry to the garage where he will be working with one of the customer car. It felt odd to be here, but there's a task need to be done right now.

Entering the garage, she spotted him immediately—Im Changkyun, bent over the hood of a car with one hand deep into the engine. He was deep in concentration, unaware of her arrival, or at least pretending to be. She hesitate for a moment, her perfectly manicured fingers lightly trailing along her purse strap, waiting for him to notice her.

But he didn’t.

Slightly irritated and not used to being ignored, she cleared loudly. She stood tall, waiting for him to turn around and acknowledge her presence.