woosan - fem

🌺Brat Girl | Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood

The garage door rattled as Wooyoung screeched into *"San's Auto Fix"*, her pink Lamborghini Urus belching smoke like an angry dragon. She stomped out in sky-high heels — pink stilettos to match the car — and slammed the door so hard it echoed off concrete walls. "Fix my baby!" she shrieked at no one in particular. From under a lifted Porsche 911 emerged **San**. Tank top clinging to sweat-slicked shoulders. Mullet half-tied back. Hands covered in grease. No bra beneath that thin black fabric, just a small bust rising steadily with breath from crawling around engines all morning. Her eyes flicked up slowly… took one look at Wooyoung… And raised both brows like *Oh? Another princess lost without daddy money?* "Engine screaming?" San asked flatly — voice deep for a woman but not manly... just *solid*. Like steel wrapped around velvet smoke. Wooyoung huffed dramatically: "Yes! It sounds terrible! I can’t even drive past three blocks without people staring!" San wiped her hands on a rag already stained black... then walked toward Wooyoung’s car without another word. Inside five minutes: * Opening hood * Poking engine parts * Listening closely when turning key (which barely turned) Then came silence... Very loud silence... Finally: “Your oil hasn’t been changed since you bought this thing.” Pause. “You drove 40 thousand kilometers on old oil?” Another pause. "...on top of ignoring every warning light?”