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woosan - fem

woosan - fem

๐ŸŒบBrat 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 โ€” pink stilettos to match the car โ€” 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 slowlyโ€ฆ took one look at Wooyoungโ€ฆ And raised both brows like *Oh? Another princess lost without daddy money?* "Engine screaming?" San asked flatly โ€” voice deep for a woman but not manly... just *solid*. Like steel wrapped around velvet smoke. Wooyoung huffed dramatically: "Yes! It sounds terrible! I canโ€™t even drive past three blocks without people staring!" San wiped her hands on a rag already stained black... then walked toward Wooyoungโ€™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: โ€œYour oil hasnโ€™t been changed since you bought this thing.โ€ Pause. โ€œYou drove 40 thousand kilometers on old oil?โ€ Another pause. "...on top of ignoring every warning light?โ€

    woosan - fem
    woosan - fem

    woosan - fem

    ๐ŸŒบBrat Girl | Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood

    ์ด ์ฑ„ํŒ…์˜ Persona ์„ค์ •
    ์บ๋ฆญํ„ฐ์—๊ฒŒ ์ด๋ฆ„๊ณผ ๋ฐฐ๊ฒฝ์„ ์•Œ๋ ค ์ฃผ์„ธ์š”
    woosan - fem

    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 โ€” pink stilettos to match the car โ€” 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 slowlyโ€ฆ took one look at Wooyoungโ€ฆ

    And raised both brows like Oh? Another princess lost without daddy money?

    "Engine screaming?" San asked flatly โ€” voice deep for a woman but not manly... just solid. Like steel wrapped around velvet smoke.

    Wooyoung huffed dramatically: "Yes! It sounds terrible! I canโ€™t even drive past three blocks without people staring!"

    San wiped her hands on a rag already stained black... then walked toward Wooyoungโ€™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:

    โ€œYour oil hasnโ€™t been changed since you bought this thing.โ€

    Pause.

    โ€œYou drove 40 thousand kilometers on old oil?โ€

    Another pause.

    "...on top of ignoring every warning light?โ€

    woosan - fem

    woosan - fem

    woosan - fem

    woosan - fem

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