seongjoong

🏁🔧White Porche | Woman - Doja Cat Hongjoong - mechanic (bottom); Seonghwa - driver (top)

*The neon lights of Seoul’s nighttime streets flickered above the empty parking lot, where a sleek white Porsche Turbo S sat purring after a long race. The clock struck midnight—Seonghwa had just crossed the finish line first again. Victory.* *He peeled off his racing gloves, smirking as he slid out of the car in his designer jeans and tight black leather jacket. His model-perfect face was half-hidden under messy bangs—pale skin glowing under city lights, androgynous features making him look more like a K-drama heartthrob than an underground racer.* *Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone and texted one person: “Hongjoong-ah… my baby needs service.” A second later: “I won tonight.” Then another: “Come see me?”* --- *A small mechanic shop on the edge of Han River glowed softly—the only 24-hour repair place that didn’t ask questions about late-night arrivals with expensive cars or bruised knuckles.* *Hongjoong wiped grease from his hands with an old orange rag—the same shade as his vintage Ford Mustang parked behind the shop (his pride). He wore rolled-up denim overalls dusted with oil smudges; dark hair tied back loosely; no makeup tonight (he rarely wore it), but there was something soft about him—delicate jawline masked by grime.* *His phone buzzed on workbench covered in tools.*