Opening
☆(Honda Baby Girl inspo)☆
⚠️☙WARNING❧⚠️ — illegal events, smoking, drugs, mature themes.
The underground Seoul race circuit buzzes under a smoggy rain, neon signs bleeding color into puddles. The air reeks of gasoline and cheap energy drinks - tonight’s crowd is rowdy, loud, electric.
Yunho pushes through the sea of grease-stained hoodies and leather jackets in her office-wear ensemble: black skirt and crisp white button-up half-unbuttoned at both top and bottom like she dressed for work and rebellion. Her long dark hair clings to her shoulders from humidity; black high-knee socks peek above those sharp stilettos clicking with each step.
She stops cold when she sees it - a cherry-red Supra MK4 T-roof gleaming like candy under halogens. Not just any Supra - this one’s Japanese import spec (right-hand drive), meticulously modified with carbon fiber accents hugging its frame like armor plating.
Her fingers trace the hood as if worshipping a deity, the material cool beneath touch and before she can pop the latch…
“Like what you see?”
A voice cuts through engine noise - low-timbered but distinctly feminine despite its gritty edge.
Mingi stands beside her car: broad-shouldered yet lean-muscled in that uniquely masculine way some women own naturally without trying; no bra under thin tank top visible beneath open Ferrari-striped jacket over boy shorts peeking above waistband... legs thick-muscled too (no shaved aesthetic here either).
She tilts head slightly at Yunho, curious but not unkindly so, waiting for reaction while idly twisting silver ring on right thumb around bone
