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The rhythmic clink of tools against metal filled JiMo's Auto Shop, mixing with the low hum of fans fighting the summer heat. The scent of oil and metal hung in the air, grounding the shop’s familiar chaos.  

Nayeon wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of grease across her sun-kissed skin. It only added to her appeal—if Jennie's lingering stare was anything to go by.  

The dragon tattoo curling from her collarbone down her right arm flexed as she worked, its intricate lines moving with every turn of the wrench. Below the edge of her sports bra, another tattoo trailed along her ribcage, disappearing beneath her low-slung work pants. It was the kind of detail that demanded attention—one Jennie wasn’t shy about giving.  

"You know," Jennie leaned against the workbench, deliberately placing herself in Nayeon's line of sight, "my car’s making that noise again."  

"The one we fixed last week?" Nayeon’s voice was smooth, almost amused, as she tightened a bolt on Tzuyu’s Audi. Her grip on the tool was firm, practiced—the kind of confidence that made watching her work dangerously attractive. "Or is this a new noise that conveniently needs my attention?"  

In the office, Jihyo barely glanced up from her paperwork. "Momo-ya, your child is flirting instead of working again."  

"My child?" Momo scoffed, emerging from under a lifted BMW. "She's definitely your child when she's like this."  

Their bickering was interrupted by the roar of a familiar engine.  

A deep bassline rattled the windows as a sleek vintage Mustang rolled into the lot, music blasting loud enough to make Jihyo’s eye twitch.  

"YAH!" she yelled as Jackson strutted into the shop, exuding an energy level completely inappropriate for the summer heat. "This isn't a club!"  

"But it could be!" Jackson grinned, lowering the volume on his phone. "Nayeon-ah, my favorite mechanic! What do you think of my new baby?"  

Nayeon barely glanced at the Mustang before smirking. "I think you have too many babies. Which makes you a terrible parent."  

"You wound me!" Jackson clutched his chest dramatically. "Also, we’re still on for drinks tonight, right? I invited that cute bartender from last time."  

"Can’t," Nayeon grabbed a rag to wipe her hands. "Tzuyu’s coming to pick up her car, and I need to finish—"  

The shop’s bell chimed again.  

Tzuyu walked in, crisp and composed despite the summer heat, her designer suit flawless as ever.  

"Speaking of your favorite customer," Momo teased.  

"I thought I was your favorite!" Jackson pouted.  

"You’re everyone’s favorite headache," Jihyo called from the office. "Now stop distracting my mechanic!"  

Tzuyu observed the chaos with her usual composed amusement. "I see nothing’s changed since this morning."  

"Except Jennie’s car developing another mysterious problem," Nayeon winked at Jennie, who at least had the grace to look slightly embarrassed.  

"That’s the third 'problem' this week," Tzuyu noted dryly.  

"Fourth," Momo corrected. "You missed Monday’s 'suspicious engine sound' that miraculously disappeared when Nayeon bent over to check it."  

"I’m right here," Jennie protested.  

"We know," everyone responded in unison.  

Jackson, who had been inspecting Tzuyu’s car, whistled. "Nice upgrades. You finally let them customize it?"  

"Only because Jihyo unnie promised Nayeon would do the work personally."  

"You trust me that much?" Nayeon placed a hand over her heart. "I’m touched."  

"I trust that Jihyo unnie will kill you if you mess up my car."  

"She’s not wrong," Jihyo confirmed cheerfully.  

"This is workplace harassment," Nayeon complained, but her grin gave her away. "Jackson-ah, since you’re here being useless anyway, grab me that wrench?"  

"Useless? I bring life to this place! Joy! Entertainment!"  

"Headaches," Momo added.  

"Speaking of headaches," Jackson brightened, "guess who’s hosting a housewarming party for their new garage?"  

"No," Jihyo said immediately.  

"I haven’t even—"  

"Last time you hosted a party, Nayeon and Jeongyeon ended up racing cars at 3 AM."  

"That was one time!"  

"Three times," Tzuyu corrected. "I have videos."  

"Traitor," Nayeon pointed her wrench at Tzuyu. "This is why your car isn’t ready yet."  

"It’s not ready because you spent twenty minutes flirting with Jennie."  

"Fifteen minutes at most," Jennie defended.  

The familiar banter continued, filling the shop with the kind of warmth that had nothing to do with the summer heat. 

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The shop settled into a comfortable quiet after Jackson left his "baby"—a vintage Mustang that probably cost more than the shop’s yearly revenue—with strict instructions for "only Nayeon’s magical hands" to touch it. Jennie had finally departed too, after Nayeon promised to look at her car after hours, though everyone knew it was the attention more than repairs she was after.  

"You’re too nice to her," Tzuyu commented, perched on a workbench while watching Nayeon finish up her car.  

"Says the one who can’t say no to Sana’s lunch invitations," Nayeon shot back, her voice muffled under the hood. "How many times this week?"  

"That’s different. She’s just being friendly."  

"Mm-hmm. And I’m just being professional with Jennie."  

From across the shop, where Jihyo and Momo were helping a new customer, came a distinctly audible snort from Momo.  

"Hey, I added that thing you wanted," Nayeon emerged, grease smeared across her chin. "The one Sana wouldn’t shut up about when she saw Jackson’s car?"  

Tzuyu’s cheeks colored slightly. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."  

"Sure you don’t. Just like you don’t know she’s been finding excuses to bring her perfectly fine car in every week."  

"She’s just... worried about maintenance. Especially now with the new boss being so particular about everything."  

"Oh?" Nayeon’s interest peaked at Tzuyu’s tone. "Sana being serious about something? Now that’s new."  

"Everyone’s serious around Myoui-ssi," was all Tzuyu offered, but something in her voice made Nayeon glance up.  

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Jihyo’s "professional voice"—the one she used with important clients. They both turned to watch as Jihyo led a well-dressed man through the shop, Momo trailing behind with an unusually serious expression.  

"That’s Mr. Park," Tzuyu whispered. "He owns half the buildings in the business district."  

"Including yours?"  

"Including ours."  

Nayeon whistled low, then grinned at Tzuyu. "So, about Sana’s lunch invitations..."  

"Finish my car, unnie."  

Tzuyu was inspecting her car, running her fingers over the fresh modifications. The Audi gleamed under the shop’s lights, and even she had to admit—Nayeon had done an impeccable job.  

"You actually did a good job," Tzuyu said, feigning nonchalance.  

Nayeon grinned, wiping her hands on her oil-streaked rag. "‘Actually’? You wound me, Miss Chou. I do *great* work."  

"You also spent half the time teasing me about Sana."  

"Correction—I spent half the time telling the truth about you and Sana," Nayeon smirked. "So, when’s your next *totally friendly* lunch date?"  

Tzuyu sighed, prepared to argue, but before she could respond, the distinct purr of an expensive engine filled the air.  

The shop’s atmosphere subtly shifted.  

A sleek, black Maserati rolled smoothly into the lot, its glossy finish catching the late afternoon sun. The way it moved—controlled, deliberate—immediately set it apart.  

Tzuyu stiffened.  

Nayeon, leaning casually against the workbench, noticed the shift. "You look like you just saw a ghost."  

"That’s my boss," Tzuyu muttered, straightening her blazer instinctively.  

Nayeon’s brows lifted in mild interest as the driver’s door opened.  

Myoui Mina stepped out, her movements precise, heels clicking softly against the concrete. Even in the summer heat, she was effortlessly composed—tailored slacks crisp, silk blouse flawless. Dark sunglasses shielded her eyes, but everything about her posture spoke of control, of someone who was used to being the one in charge.  

She surveyed the shop.  

It wasn’t just a glance—it was an assessment.  

Her gaze moved methodically, sweeping over the space with a quiet but undeniable scrutiny. It was quick but thorough, as if she were determining if the shop was *worthy* of her presence.  

Nayeon felt a flicker of irritation.  

They had handled high-profile clients before. There was literally a business mogul inside the office right now. What was with the judgmental once-over?  

Mina’s assessment finally landed on Nayeon.  

And lingered.  

Nayeon was used to being watched—whether it was Jennie’s obvious admiration, Tzuyu’s amused judgment, or Jackson’s playful approval. Normally, she didn’t mind. She liked it.  

But Mina’s gaze was different. It wasn’t simple curiosity or appreciation. It was weighted. Expectant.  

Nayeon raised an eyebrow, breaking the silent tension. "Like what you see?"  

Mina removed her sunglasses with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing striking eyes that barely gave anything away. "I expect the best," she said smoothly, voice even.  

Nayeon tilted her head, smirk lazy. "Lucky for you, we do the best."  

Unfazed, Mina stepped forward, closing the space between them just slightly. "We’ll see."  

Tzuyu, watching with barely concealed amusement, cleared her throat. "Unnie, this is Myoui Mina—CEO of MB Enterprises."  

"Neat." Nayeon nodded, entirely casual, as if Mina were just another customer. "What’s wrong with your car?"  

Mina quirked an eyebrow at the lack of formality but answered, "There’s a slight drag in the acceleration. And a noise that shouldn’t be there."  

"How long has it been happening?"  

"Since yesterday."  

Nayeon hummed, glancing at the Maserati before rubbing the back of her neck. "I’d check it now, but my hands are full—got two other cars ahead of you."  

Mina blinked.  

For a brief moment, something flickered in her expression.  

People usually prioritized her. She was used to immediate attention.  

Nayeon, however, was already moving to check the work schedule. "I can have a friend take a look at it, though. Jeongyeon’s solid with high-performance vehicles."  

Tzuyu almost snorted.  

Nayeon, knowingly or not, had just demoted Myoui Mina from high-priority CEO to regular customer.

And Mina did not look pleased.  

Before she could respond, another car rolled into the lot—a sleek Porsche 911, its engine humming smoothly.  

Jeongyeon stepped out, clad in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, her usual cool energy exuding confidence. She pulled off her sunglasses and took in the scene.  

Her eyes landed on Mina.  

Then did a quick once-over.  

Then a slower second look.  

"Whoa." Jeongyeon grinned, nudging Nayeon. "New customer?"  

"Yep. Myoui Mina."  

"The Myoui Mina?" Jeongyeon looked impressed. "Damn. You got taste in cars and in—"  

"Jeongyeon," Jihyo’s sharp voice cut in as she emerged from the office, smiling professionally at Mina.

"Welcome to JiMo’s Auto Shop. We’d be happy to take care of your car."  

Mina nodded, her expression smoothing back into polite neutrality. "I expect quality work."  

"You’ll get it," Jihyo assured her. "Nayeon here is one of the best, but since she’s booked today, I’d recommend Jeongyeon—she specializes in performance vehicles like yours."  

Mina’s gaze flickered back to Nayeon, something unreadable in her expression. "I see."  

Nayeon simply flashed her a grin, unfazed by Mina’s clear displeasure at not getting *her* hands on the car. "Don’t worry, you’re in good hands."  

Tzuyu, observing all of this from the sidelines, barely hid her amusement.  

Her intimidating, perfectionist boss—who commanded boardrooms and had investors hanging onto her every word—was being treated like just another customer by Nayeon.  

And Mina, for all her composure, was not used to that. 

This was going to be interesting.

Jeongyeon popped the hood of Mina’s Maserati, running a keen eye over the engine. "Looks clean, but let me check under it," she muttered, pulling out a flashlight. "You said there’s a drag in the acceleration?"  

Mina gave a short nod, her sunglasses back on, arms folded. "It’s subtle, but noticeable. The response time isn’t what it should be."  

Jeongyeon whistled low. "You actually drive this thing, huh? Thought it was one of those ‘for display’ rich-people cars."  

Mina arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Would you like to test my driving skills?"  

Jeongyeon grinned. "I wouldn’t mind. I like a challenge."  

From across the shop, Nayeon snorted. "You’re gonna lose, Jeong."  

Jeongyeon leaned casually against the car, looking Mina over with playful interest. "That so? Myoui-ssi, you any good at illegal street racing?"  

Mina didn’t even flinch. "I don’t do illegal things," she said smoothly. Then, after a beat, "Often."  

Jeongyeon chuckled. "Alright, I like you."  

Mina didn’t respond, but she subtly adjusted her sunglasses—just enough to steal another glance at Nayeon.  

Nayeon, who was crouched beside Jennie’s car, completely at ease, sweat making strands of hair stick to her skin. She wiped her brow, muscles flexing, tattoos shifting under the grease stains.  

Mina clenched her jaw slightly.  

The nonchalance irked her.  

She was used to being the one who commanded attention. People straightened in their seats, measured their words, catered to her standards. But Nayeon? Nayeon treated her like a regular customer. A second-choice customer, even. 

Mina turned back to Jeongyeon, ignoring the heat in her chest. "How long will it take?"  

Jeongyeon tapped the hood thoughtfully. "You’re lucky. We can finish this by late afternoon. Some adjustments, a tune-up, and you’ll be good to go."  

Momo, appearing from under another car, stretched with a yawn. "Yeah, we got the parts and the time. If you’re free to come back later, we’ll have it done."  

Mina nodded. "I’ll return in the evening, then."  

Jihyo, ever the professional, stepped in smoothly. "I’ve booked a taxi for you, Myoui-ssi. It should be here in ten minutes."  

Mina blinked. "You… booked one already?"  

Jihyo smiled, business-like and efficient. "Customers like you prefer a seamless experience."  

Nayeon, from her spot on the floor, scoffed. 

Momo snickered. "That’s our VIP service, huh?"  

"High-class business, Momo-ya," Jihyo said smugly, flipping through her tablet. "Mina-ssi, you’ll receive updates via text. Anything else you need?"  

Mina hesitated.  

She didn’t actually need anything else.  

But for some reason, she wanted to linger.  

Instead, she pushed her sunglasses up, her expression unreadable. "That will be all."  

As she turned to leave, Jeongyeon called after her, tone playful. "You sure you don’t want a street race? I’ll let you win."  

Mina paused just slightly.  

"That won’t be necessary," she said coolly before walking out.  

The next day, Mingyu’s car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the towering MB Enterprises building. The sleek black vehicle reflected the early morning sun, a picture of elegance befitting the man in the driver’s seat. Mingyu turned slightly toward Mina, who was already gathering her bag.  

"You sure you don’t want me to pick you up later?" he asked, voice light but hopeful.  

Mina barely spared him a glance, adjusting the cuffs of her blazer. "No need. I have plans."  

Mingyu’s smile twitched, but he recovered quickly. "Right. Well, don’t work too hard, Mina-ya. See you around?"  

Mina gave a small nod before stepping out, the cool morning air greeting her as she straightened her posture. Mingyu lingered only for a moment before driving off, leaving her to face the day ahead.  

At the entrance, Dahyun was already waiting, tablet in hand, her professional demeanor in place. But as Mina approached, Dahyun’s lips quirked into a knowing smirk.  

"Mingyu again?" Dahyun teased as they fell into step.  

Mina sighed. "Persistent, isn't he?"  

"Persistent is an understatement," Dahyun chuckled, then switched gears seamlessly. "Your schedule today—back-to-back meetings until five. One with the legal team about the new contracts, finance for quarterly reviews, and an evening dinner meeting with Kang Corporation—"  

"Cancel the dinner meeting," Mina interrupted, glancing at Dahyun.  

Dahyun raised a brow. "That’s with Mingyu’s company."  

"Exactly."  

"Understood. I’ll reschedule." Dahyun paused, then added, "I can have your car delivered here, you don’t need to—"  

"I’ll pick it up myself." Mina’s tone was firm but casual. "Better to check it personally."  

Dahyun hummed, unconvinced. "Right. I’m sure this has nothing to do with the certain mechanic who worked on it."  

Mina shot her a flat look, but Dahyun only grinned, wisely changing the subject as they entered the building.  

Inside, the air was thick with efficiency, the formal atmosphere settling like an unspoken rule. Employees moved with purpose, voices low, focus sharp. Mina’s presence commanded the space effortlessly, her sharp eyes scanning reports as she walked.  

Sana and Tzuyu arrived at the same time but hesitated upon seeing Mina ahead.  

"We should wait," Sana whispered.  

Tzuyu sighed. "We look suspicious if we just stop here."  

But they didn’t have to make a choice—Mina was already striding ahead with Dahyun, and they let out a breath of relief before heading to their respective offices.  

Later, during a marketing meeting, Sana found herself seated across from Mina, nerves creeping in despite her experience. The intimidating air around Mina was hard to shake, but she was as composed as ever.  

Sana presented her campaign updates, the room silent except for her voice and the quiet scribbling of notes. When she finished, Mina leaned back slightly, nodding.  

"Good work," Mina stated simply, but the weight of her approval was enough. Then, with a hint of amusement, she added, "Your enthusiasm for the brand is evident. It’s refreshing."  

Sana blinked, then grinned—bright, genuine. "Thank you, Myoui-ssi."  

Mina didn’t smile, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes as she watched the way Sana relaxed. The sunshine persona was back.  

"Let’s proceed," Mina said, returning to business.  

But the moment lingered.  

Mina’s arrival at the shop was unnoticed at first. She had booked a taxi, stepping out with her usual composed grace, adjusting her glasses as she scanned the shop’s exterior.  

Inside, Momo and Jihyo were watching Nayeon entertain a new customer.  

Yeri, a young woman with a mischievous glint in her eye, leaned casually against the counter, all her attention on Nayeon.  

"You must get a lot of admirers," Yeri mused, voice carrying a teasing lilt. "But I bet you don’t smile like that for just anyone."  

Nayeon smirked as she wiped her hands with a rag, clearly entertained but unfazed. "That depends. You think you’re special?"  

Yeri laughed, unbothered. "Maybe."  

Momo nudged Jihyo. "Another one down."  

Jihyo sighed. "She’s never gonna finish at this rate."  

Meanwhile, Mina had stepped inside, unnoticed at first—until Jeongyeon slid out from under a car, stretching her back before catching sight of their unexpected high-profile client.  

"Well, well," Jeongyeon drawled, wiping the grease from her hands. "Myoui-ssi. Here for your car?"  

Mina gave her a nod, but her gaze flickered elsewhere—toward Nayeon, who was still occupied with Yeri. That easy charm, the confident smirk—it irked her more than she cared to admit.  

Jeongyeon, ever perceptive, smirked knowingly. "I did the final check. Runs smoother than a dream. Come, I’ll walk you through it."  

Mina followed Jeongyeon as she explained the adjustments made. Though she was focused, her gaze occasionally strayed to Nayeon, who was effortlessly soaking up attention.  

Just as Mina was finishing the inspection, the shop door swung open, and an unmistakable voice filled the space.  

"Yooo, what’s up, losers!"  

Jackson Wang strode in, exuding his usual boisterous energy. He paused mid-step, eyes landing on Mina’s car, and let out a low whistle.  

"Damn," he muttered, stepping closer. "This thing looks way too familiar."  

Jeongyeon grinned. "Told you, it’s got taste."  

Jackson squinted at it, tilting his head as recognition settled in. Then, when Mina emerged from behind the car with Jihyo beside her, his brows shot up.  

"No. Freaking. Way," he said, pointing at her, then back at the car. "I never thought I’d see the day. You actually flew your car here?"  

Momo and Jihyo exchanged looks, intrigued.  

Jackson scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Couldn’t leave it in Japan, huh?"  

Mina, ever composed, merely adjusted the sleeve of her blazer. "I trust my car with the best."  

Jeongyeon chuckled. "Oh, that’s interesting."  

Momo leaned in. "You two know each other?"  

Jackson grinned. "Let’s just say, Myoui-ssi here isn’t just a corporate queen." His gaze flickered back to the car. "This baby has seen things."  

Jihyo, always professional, took that moment to step in smoothly. "We’d be happy to set up a regular maintenance schedule for you, Myoui-ssi."  

Mina hummed, noncommittal but listening. "Building connections?"  

Jihyo smiled. "Just ensuring our clients get the best service. You’re particular about quality, aren’t you?"  

From across the shop, Nayeon scoffed. "You mean kissing ass."  

Jihyo shot her a dry look. "It’s called kissing expensive ass."  

Momo smacked her lightly. "Jihyo!"  

Mina watched the exchange, faint amusement flickering in her eyes. Then she caught sight of Nayeon again—still engaged in easy conversation with Yeri, seemingly unaffected by anything outside of her orbit.  

Most people reacted to Mina with careful respect, calculated interest, or blatant awe.  

But that mechanic? Didn’t even bat an eye.  

That was new. And, annoyingly, she noticed it.

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Mina adjusted her gloves as she slid into the driver’s seat, the low purr of the engine settling into a steady hum beneath her fingertips. The smooth matte black finish of her car reflected the city lights in fleeting glimmers as she pulled out of JiMo’s Auto Shop, merging onto the road with practiced ease.  

The moment the shop faded into her rearview mirror, she felt the tension of the day begin to unravel.  

Her phone rang through the car’s system, and with a single tap, Dahyun’s voice filled the interior.  

**"I assume you’re finally free?"**  

Mina smirked slightly. "For now."  

**"You want me to pin the location for you?"** Dahyun asked, the subtle sound of her typing in the background.  

Mina hummed. "Yes. I need a proper test run."  

**"Of course, you do,"** Dahyun sighed. **"Lisa and Minnie should be at the estate already. Your usual spot is clear. Just don’t do anything reckless."**  

"I don’t race recklessly," Mina corrected.  

**"Right, right. You just fly through the streets like the wind itself."**  

Mina chuckled at Dahyun’s sarcastic tone. It was a small reprieve from the weight of her usual world.  

Dahyun sighed dramatically. **"Fine, do what you need to do, but try not to make me schedule a press release about a certain CEO getting caught on a speeding violation. See you tomorrow."**  

"See you," Mina murmured before the call ended.  

She pressed down on the accelerator, feeling the raw power beneath her hands. This was why she brought the car from Japan. If she had left it there, it would’ve gathered dust—neglected, wasted. Here, she could actually use it.  

The streets blurred past, the hum of the tires meeting the pavement a familiar rhythm that steadied her mind.  

Then, another call came through.  

Jackson.  

Mina sighed, half-expecting something ridiculous as she answered.  

**"Tell me I'm dreaming,"** Jackson's voice came through the speakers, equal parts amused and incredulous. **"You're actually in Korea? And you *brought* the car?"**  

Mina smirked. "You sound more surprised about the car than me."  

**"Because it's your car, Mina!"** Jackson exclaimed. **"The same one you used to run through Shuto Expressway like a damn ghost. People still talk about those nights, you know? And you just *casually* flew it here?"**  

Mina's fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel. "I couldn't just leave it behind."  

**"Oh, sure,"** Jackson drawled. **"Because a CEO’s garage is such a tragic place for a car like that. I mean, it belongs on the road, I’ll give you that, but wow—Mina Myoui, back in the scene? This is insane."**  

Mina hummed, noncommittal.  

Jackson didn’t buy it. **"You planning on making a name for yourself here too?"**  

"I don’t need to," Mina answered smoothly. "I already have one."  

Jackson whistled. **"You really haven’t changed, huh?"**  

She smirked. "Would it be disappointing if I had?"  

**"Not at all,"** Jackson admitted. **"Anyway, you up for a race this weekend?"**  

Mina smirked, already knowing her answer. "Who’s running?"  

**"A few regulars, some new faces. Oh, and Namjoon’s coming."**  

Namjoon. A name that pulled at something familiar—a friend, a rival, someone who understood the thrill of the road the same way she did.  

Mina’s fingers tightened around the wheel. "Interesting."  

**"So, you in?"**  

"I’ll think about it," Mina mused, though they both knew she already had her answer.  

Jackson laughed. **"See you on the track, then."**  

The call ended, leaving Mina with the growl of her engine and the stretch of road ahead.  

By the time she reached Lisa’s estate, the sun had begun its slow descent, the sky painted in deep shades of orange and purple.  

The estate was sprawling, a vast space built for speed. The open roads within were lined with tracks perfect for what Mina needed.  

As she pulled up, she spotted Minnie lounging against her car, arms crossed, a lazy smirk on her lips.  

"Look who finally decided to show up," Minnie called out as Mina stepped out of her car.  

Mina rolled her shoulders, her tension nearly forgotten. "Had business to handle."  

Lisa appeared from the side, tossing a water bottle at Mina, who caught it with ease. "Yeah, yeah, CEO duties and all that. You’re here now. That’s what matters."  

Minnie tilted her head toward Mina’s car. "New look?"  

Mina glanced at the sleek matte black paint. "Needed a change."  

Lisa whistled, running a hand over the car’s surface. "Looks deadly. You finally ready to push it to the limit again?"  

Mina’s lips curled into a smirk. "Always."  

The night stretched before them, and for the first time all day, Mina felt like herself.

The day had stretched long, and even as the last echoes of customer chatter faded from JiMo’s Auto Shop, Nayeon remained. She moved with ease, her hands working on autopilot as she tidied up her space—placing tools back where they belonged, wiping down surfaces, and shutting off some of the overhead lights.  

The hum of the night filled the garage, but what caught her attention was the glow of a computer screen from the office.  

That was odd.  

Jihyo and Momo rarely stayed this late. In fact, Nayeon was usually the one locking up while the couple enjoyed their evenings together.  

Curious, she made her way toward the office.  

As soon as she stepped inside, Momo and Jihyo flinched.  

“…What the hell are you two doing?” Nayeon frowned, eyes narrowing as she took in their tense shoulders and the way their eyes flickered between the computer screen and her face.  

Jihyo sighed, rubbing her temples. “We’re trying to figure out why our numbers aren’t adding up.”  

Nayeon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “Meaning?”  

Momo exhaled, glancing at Jihyo before saying, “Something feels off. We’re making the right amount of sales, and our client payments check out, but when we look at our numbers—our profits aren’t what they should be.”  

Nayeon stepped closer, peering at the screen. It was a mess of spreadsheets, receipts, and transaction logs. Momo was clicking through different tabs, frustration clear on her face.  

“Have you checked the CCTV?” Nayeon asked.  

Jihyo hesitated. “Not yet.”  

“Met with an actual accountant?”  

“…Not really.”  

Nayeon groaned, running a hand down her face. “Are you two serious? You’ve been running this place for six years and still don’t have an accountant?”  

Momo winced. “We just—never got around to it. You know how it is. It’s always been us, and it worked fine. Until now.”  

Nayeon sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. She knew how much the shop meant to them—it was their baby, their livelihood, and their pride. If something was wrong with the books, they had every right to be concerned.  

“Okay, fine. Who have you asked for help?”  

Jihyo cleared her throat. “Yunjin.”  

Nayeon blinked. “*Yunjin?* The girl who lives across from us? The one who’s still in college?”  

“She’s an accounting major!” Momo defended.  

Nayeon groaned. “Oh my god.”  

“She’s smart—”  

“She’s twenty-one, Momo.”  

Jihyo shot Momo a pointed look. “I told you she’d say that.”  

Momo sighed, dragging a hand down her face. “Look, we just wanted a second pair of eyes before we made any big moves.”  

Nayeon shook her head, already stepping closer to the desk. “Move.”  

Momo and Jihyo exchanged a glance but did as told.  

Nayeon sat down, cracking her knuckles before scanning the numbers. Her eyes flicked across the screen with a sharpness that most wouldn’t expect from a mechanic. She had always been good with numbers—calculating risk, measuring efficiency, spotting inconsistencies.  

Momo and Jihyo knew that too.  

Which was why, when they had found her three years ago—bruised, bleeding, and barely conscious beside their dumpster—they hadn’t just seen a broken person. They had seen potential.  

They never asked too many questions. Just gave her a place to stay, a job, and time to heal.  

And now, Nayeon was here, grumbling under her breath as she scrolled through the mess they had somehow let fester.  

Jihyo and Momo watched in silence as Nayeon worked, her brows furrowed in deep concentration.  

“…You’re really a workaholic, huh?” Jihyo mused.  

Nayeon snorted. “Took you three years to figure that out?”  

Momo leaned against the desk, watching her. “You’re dear to us, you know?”  

Nayeon’s fingers hesitated for half a second before she resumed typing. “Yeah, yeah.”  

Jihyo smiled. “You are, Nayeon.”  

A beat of silence.  

“…Don’t get sappy on me.”  

Momo laughed, but Jihyo just shook her head. “We’re just glad we found you.”  

Nayeon didn’t say anything.  

She didn’t have to.  

Because three years ago, she had been nothing but a bruised body next to a dumpster. And now, she had a home.  

Even if that home was filled with two idiots who asked college students for financial advice.  

She sighed, refocusing on the screen. “Okay, let’s fix this mess.”  

Jihyo and Momo expected Nayeon to be decent with numbers—she wasn’t dumb, just incredibly reckless at times. But as they watched her analyze the financial records with sharp precision, they found themselves stunned.  

“You’re really good with your hands,” Momo muttered, watching the way Nayeon typed effortlessly, cross-referencing their books.  

Jihyo snorted. “That joke’s getting old.”  

Momo elbowed her lightly.  

Nayeon ignored them, clicking through another tab. “You two are hemorrhaging money in places you shouldn’t be. Some of these vendor charges don’t match your invoices. Either you’re being overcharged, or someone’s pocketing money.”  

Jihyo frowned, leaning in. “So what do we do?”  

Nayeon gave them a look. “Get. An. Accountant.”  

Momo winced. “We can’t just suddenly hire one—”  

“Then get Yunjin to work part-time. She’s still in school, but she knows the basics. Have her sort this out while you actually look for a professional.”  

Jihyo and Momo exchanged glances.  

“...There’s a lot more to you than we know, huh?” Jihyo mused.  

Nayeon leaned back in the chair, stretching. “Wouldn’t be fun if you knew everything about me.”  

Momo smirked. “You say that, but we did find you in a dumpster.”  

Nayeon groaned, standing up and grabbing her jacket. “And I’ll throw myself back in one if you keep bringing that up.”  

Jihyo and Momo laughed as Nayeon slung her jacket over her shoulders and left the office.  

---

The night air was cool as Nayeon walked towards the small house nearby—a dingy little place with a garage attached. It wasn’t much, but it was hers.  

JiMo had given it to her when she first started working at the shop. Back then, she was just a half-beaten stray they decided to keep. Now, it was home.  

Inside, the space was minimal. A couch, a small kitchen, and a bed that looked more used for tossing clothes than sleeping. The garage, however, was where her real love was.  

An old, vintage motorcycle sat in the center. A project she had been working on for months, using spare scraps from the shop to piece it together. She ran a hand over its body, admiring the rough beauty of it.  

Her routine was simple when she wasn’t working—she either spent time fixing things in her garage or went to the gym nearby. The latter wasn’t just for fitness; sometimes, she needed to hit something. A little fist-fighting helped clear her head.  

But tonight wasn’t a gym night.  

A car pulled up outside her house.  

Nayeon barely glanced up from her bike when she heard the knock at her door.  

She smirked, already knowing who it was.  

Opening the door, she found Irene, leaning against the frame with a lazy grin.  

“You gonna let me in or make me wait?” Irene teased.  

Nayeon chuckled, stepping aside. “Come in. But don’t expect much.”  

Irene walked in, looking around. “a minimalist?”  

“I don’t need much.”  

Irene shook her head, dropping onto Nayeon’s couch. “That’s sad.”  

Nayeon smirked, grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge. “Then cheer me up.”  

They drank, talked about nonsense—old stories, people, places they’d rather be. The night blurred between sips of alcohol, teasing remarks, and the occasional lingering touch.  

-----

The morning after the small house was quiet except for the rustle of a paper bag and the distant hum of a motorcycle cooling down outside. The scent of coffee and eggs filled the air, but neither woman paid attention to it.

Nayeon leaned against the counter, fully clothed in sweats and a white t-shirt, the fabric loose over her frame. The contrast was almost ironic. Across from her, Irene stood bare, exposed in every sense of the word, not just in body but in the quiet desperation of her purpose.

And yet, she still tried to play her game.

"You know," Nayeon started, her voice lazy, too lazy, like a predator watching its prey exhaust itself, "I know why you're here, right?"

Irene had been reaching for her shirt, her fingers delicate against the fabric. At Nayeon's words, she stilled, just for a second.

The hesitation was brief—but it was there.

Nayeon smirked.

Irene recovered quickly, rolling her shoulders back, deliberately stretching, letting the golden light from the window trace the curves of her bare skin. A move meant to lure, to tempt.

But Nayeon remained completely unmoved.

She tore open a sandwich wrapper, chewing as she watched Irene with indifference. The display meant nothing to her, and maybe that was the worst insult of all.

"You're not just another pretty bartender in the club where Jackson found you." Nayeon's voice carried a weight of familiar recognition. "Your hands are too soft for someone who works there. Your movements too... practiced." Her eyes flickered to Irene's perfectly manicured nails, to the way she held herself even in vulnerability—tells that someone who grew up in certain circles would recognize.

Irene's expression remained unreadable, but Nayeon could see it now—the slight clench of her jaw, the way her fingers curled subtly against her palm.

"Oh?" Irene's voice dripped like honey, slow and smooth. She stepped closer, the warmth of her bare skin almost brushing against Nayeon's clothed arm. "And what makes you so sure?"

Nayeon took another bite of her sandwich, chewing with deliberate slowness before wiping her thumb over her lips. The gesture was deliberately crude, a reminder of how far she'd stepped from that world.

"You might've fooled Jackson, but you didn't fool me. Did they think I wouldn't recognize it?" A bitter smile played at her lips. "The way you carry yourself... it's like looking at a ghost from my past."

Irene said nothing, simply tilting her head as if considering how to answer.

But Nayeon leaned in slightly—just enough for Irene to feel the shift in power.

"So," she murmured, voice calm but daunting, "are you a new intern, then? But you're a little mature for that, aren't you?" Her eyes flickered with something darker, older. "Or maybe... you're someone's eyes and ears? It wouldn't be the first time."

Nayeon let her eyes drag over her—not in admiration, but in assessment. Like she was picking apart a machine, testing its weak spots. 

"Maybe someone aiming for a position?" she mused, tilting her head the other way. "Tell me—what exactly are you trying to win here? Their approval? Or is it something else now?"

Beneath all the feigned seduction, behind the smirk and the bare skin—Irene was trying to win her over. Not just physically, but entirely. And that's what made it complicated - because beneath the mission, real feelings had grown. Nayeon could see it in the way Irene's confidence faltered, in the genuine hurt that flashed across her face when Nayeon remained unmoved.

It was desperation, cloaked as confidence. But not just the desperation of a failed mission - the desperation of someone who had started believing in their own lie.

And that was what made Nayeon smile.

But it wasn't a kind smile.

It was knowing.

It was dangerous.

The air between them was thick, suffocating with unspoken truths and unwanted understanding.

And for the first time that morning—Irene shivered.

But in that vulnerability, something shifted. The game was exposed, but the need remained—raw and honest now, stripped of pretense. And Nayeon saw it all.

Their next moments weren't about power or winning. It was about acceptance—of what this was, of what it wasn't, of what it could never be. 

---

The water ran in steady streams as Nayeon stepped out of the shower, droplets cascading down her skin, completely unbothered by her own nudity. She barely reached for a towel, instead running a hand through her damp hair, her tattoo finally revealed in full—a sprawling design running from her collarbone down her right arm, another curling from her ribcage to her lower side. Each mark a deliberate step away from the perfect daughter.

A story carved into skin.

A story Irene had never seen in its entirety until now.

Exhausted but still watching, Irene took it in, her fingers twitching against the bedsheet as she traced the inked lines with her eyes. She'd seen glimpses before, but never like this.

Never this exposed.

And yet—Nayeon was the one completely unaffected.

Irene lay bare in every way, yet it was Nayeon who had stripped her down without even trying.

Nayeon simply smirked, pulling on a pair of loose sweats and a hoodie, shaking the last bit of water from her hair before tossing Irene a passing glance.

"Whatever you're looking for," she said, voice smooth, teasing—but with an edge of finality, "you won't find it with me. Not anymore. Tell them that when you report back."

Irene exhaled, her gaze still lingering, but the chase was over.

Nayeon had already moved on.

Just like she always did.

And just like Irene knew she would.

Mingyu walked into MB Enterprises with a quiet confidence, the kind that came from knowing his place in the world—both as a businessman and as someone who had spent the past few weeks in Mina's orbit.

He had taken her to lunch a few times, each one cordial, enjoyable even. Mina was a woman of few words but carried herself with an ease that made people want to listen.

She never outright rejected his advances, nor did she encourage them. It was easy to believe there was something there—something that, with time, could grow into more.

Today, he was here to continue that momentum.

—

Inside the office, Mina sat behind her polished desk, flipping through contracts from Mingyu's company—one he was already aware of.

She had been the one to express interest in it, after all.

But what Mingyu didn't realize yet was that her interest ended there.

—

Mingyu had always known that Mina's family was unlike most corporate dynasties.

The Myouis were traditional in name but progressive in practice.

Mina's father, despite being the head of a powerful company, had never once **dictated who she should marry or how she should run the business.**

In fact, her eldest brother had pursued a completely different path, choosing to play professional soccer in the U.S.—a decision fully supported by their family.

Mina, on the other hand, had been given the company not because she was expected to, but because she had proven herself capable.

Her father's only requirement?

"Love who you want, just make sure the company is in good hands."

And Mina had done just that.

So while other families used marriages to tie businesses together, the Myouis built their empire through strategy and trust.

—

Mingyu sat across from Mina now, his gaze steady as he made his intentions clear.

"A partnership between our families is already a strong one," he said. "But I believe it could be something even more meaningful."

Mina's fingers stilled over the contracts, a deliberate pause that made Mingyu lean forward slightly—exactly as she expected. Her expression remained carefully neutral, but her mind was already several steps ahead, mapping out the familiar territory of these conversations.

She didn't reject his words outright.

Instead, she let the silence settle, her fingers idly tapping against the desk—giving him just enough space to believe she was considering it.

But Dahyun, catching the barely perceptible tightening of Mina's jaw—a signal developed over years of working together—knew exactly when to step in.

"Myoui-san," Dahyun interrupted smoothly, "your schedule today is quite packed. Should I reschedule your afternoon meeting?"

Mina hummed thoughtfully. "No, that won't be necessary."

Mingyu's brows furrowed, sensing a shift.

Dahyun, ever polite, continued, "Mingyu-ssi, the contract between your company and mine is moving along smoothly. We appreciate the collaboration."

Mingyu nodded, though something about the way it was phrased made him pause.

Mina finally spoke, her tone as light as ever.

"I'm glad we could establish a good business relationship," she said.

It was then that it clicked.

Business.

That was all it ever was.

She had accepted his lunches, accepted his presence, but she had never once led him to believe it was anything more.

The realization was subtle, but it was there—he had read everything wrong.

Still, Mina, ever gracious, stood and extended a hand.

"Thank you for lunch," she said with a small, polite smile. Then, turning to Dahyun with practiced ease, "Please make sure the contract revisions are sent to their legal team by end of day."

The message was clear: this was, and would only ever be, about business.

Mingyu took her hand, returning the gesture, but this time, the confidence in his step had been replaced with understanding.

The office was quieter than usual, the hum of computers and the distant sound of keyboards the only noise filling the space. Even the usual bustle of Seoul's business district seemed muted from their floor.

Mina had stayed late, going over quarterly reports that needed her attention. Dahyun had left an hour ago, but not before arranging dinner to be delivered—a habit she'd developed after years of knowing her friend & boss's tendency to forget meals when focused.

Tzuyu and Sana, however, were still here.

Tzuyu was reviewing financial projections for the company's vehicle fleet maintenance, her usual composed expression occasionally breaking into a slight frown at the numbers. Sana, stationed at her desk, had been organizing presentations for next week's marketing campaign, her usual bright energy somehow still present despite the late hour.

Both had assumed they were alone until Mina suddenly emerged from her office, reading glasses perched on her nose, blazer draped over her arm. There was something different about her—not quite relaxed, but... accessible.

—

"Still here?" Sana asked, her voice carrying its usual warmth, though slightly subdued by the hour.

Mina's lips quirked slightly. "Evidently." She gestured at their desks. "As are you both."

"Some of us actually work," Tzuyu commented dryly, not looking up from her screen. Then, realizing who she was talking to, she stiffened slightly.

But Mina just huffed what might have been a laugh.

She moved to stand beside Tzuyu's desk, her presence still commanding but somehow less intimidating in the quiet of the evening. Her eyes scanned the spreadsheet with practiced efficiency.

"Your projections are thorough," Mina noted, then pointed to a specific column. "Though you might want to factor in the seasonal variations."

Tzuyu blinked, surprised not by the observation but by the casual way it was delivered. "You... actually review these yourself?"

Mina gave her a look that somehow managed to be both blank and slightly amused. "Did you think I just sign whatever crosses my desk?"

"No, I—" Tzuyu started, then caught the subtle teasing in Mina's tone.

Sana, watching this exchange, couldn't help but grin. "Our Tzuyu's just surprised you noticed her color-coding system. She spent hours on that."

"Sana," Tzuyu warned, but her ears had turned slightly pink.

"It's efficient," Mina said simply, but there was approval in her tone. Then, glancing at Sana's desk: "Speaking of efficient—your presentation yesterday. The way you handled the client's concerns about the new campaign... that was well done."

Sana brightened instantly, her signature smile breaking through. "Really? Because I was thinking of adding another section about—"

"Sana," Tzuyu interrupted, "don't make her regret the compliment."

This time, Mina did laugh—a small, quiet sound that seemed to surprise even her.

The moment hung there, unexpected but not unwelcome.

—

Sana, ever the mood-maker, seized the opportunity. "Since we're all here... dinner? The place across the street is still open."

Tzuyu raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking our CEO to get street food?"

"Why not?" Sana shrugged. "Even CEOs need to eat."

They both looked at Mina, expecting a polite decline.

Mina considered them for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, "They have good tteokbokki."

Sana's jaw dropped slightly. "You've... been there?"

"I do leave the office occasionally," Mina said dryly, but there was something almost playful in her tone.

As they gathered their things, Tzuyu caught Sana's eye. Something had shifted—subtle but significant. 

Mina was still their CEO, still commanded respect with every movement. But now they saw something else too: someone who noticed their hard work, who could appreciate good street food, who maybe, just maybe, could be more than just their boss.

The possibility of friendship hung in the air—unspoken but present, like the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of Mina's penthouse apartment showcased Seoul at night, city lights stretching endlessly into the distance. The space was as refined as its owner: modern, minimalist, and painfully expensive. A single racing trophy sat half-hidden behind art books on a shelf, and if one looked closely, they might notice the edge of a photograph tucked away—a younger Mina beside a race car, helmet under her arm.

Dahyun was long past being intimidated by the luxury. After years of friendship, she had learned that Mina's taste wasn't about showing off—it was simply part of who she was.

Mina had traded her usual tailored suits for soft grey sweats, hair loose around her shoulders—a sight reserved only for these private moments. Dahyun, equally casual in an oversized hoodie, sat cross-legged on the plush couch, perfectly at home in her boss's space.

"You never answered me," Dahyun said, swirling the wine in her glass. "What are your weekend plans?"

Mina hummed in response, setting her phone down. "Nothing much."

Dahyun narrowed her eyes. "Mina."

Mina gave her a sideways glance, an amused smirk forming—the kind that usually meant she had something up her sleeve.

Dahyun sighed dramatically. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?"

Mina didn't pretend to misunderstand.

She leaned back against the couch, gaze shifting toward the cityscape. "Maybe."

"Mina," Dahyun groaned, the familiar argument carrying no real heat. After all these years, it had become more ritual than actual protest. "You know I'll never approve of it."

"I know." Mina's response was simple. Unbothered.

Dahyun stared at her, exasperated. "Your parents know. Hell, your brother knows. But that doesn't mean it's a good idea to get back into it."

Mina only raised a brow, unimpressed. "I never said I stopped."

Dahyun rolled her eyes and took another sip of wine. "Of course you didn't."

They sat in comfortable silence before Dahyun added, "You know Sana and Tzuyu's favorite auto shop, right?"

Mina looked at her curiously. "JiMo's?"

"Yeah." Dahyun smirked. "I may have arranged for your car's maintenance there already."

Mina blinked. Once. Twice. The subtle tell of surprise that only those closest to her would recognize.

Dahyun took full pleasure in the flicker of realization on her friend's face.

"I had a feeling you'd get back into it," Dahyun continued smugly, "so I figured I'd at least make sure your car's in top shape. And—since JiMo's is trusted by people we both know—it made sense."

Mina huffed a small laugh. "You think of everything, don't you?"

Dahyun grinned. "That's what you pay me for."

Mina tilted her head, considering. "So... you're okay with it? The racing?"

Dahyun gave her a pointed look. "I'm never going to be okay with it."

Mina smirked. Some things about Dahyun would never change.

"But," Dahyun added, sighing, "if you're going to do it anyway... I'd rather you at least be safe."

Mina took her glass of wine, raising it slightly in acknowledgment. "Duly noted."

Dahyun shook her head, laughing lightly. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

Mina's smirk only deepened. "And yet, here you are."

Dahyun groaned, dramatically flopping against the couch. "Yeah, yeah. Just... don't crash."

Mina chuckled, taking a sip of her wine. The city lights reflected in her eyes, carrying promises she wouldn't voice. No need—Dahyun already knew.

The hum of engines and the faint scent of motor oil filled the air, mingling with the chatter of mechanics and customers alike. It was another Saturday morning at JiMo's Auto Shop, and Sana found herself leaning against the counter, flipping through a car magazine as she waited.

"How many colors have you gone through now?"

Sana glanced up to see Tzuyu, hands in her pockets, her usual amused expression in place.

Sana grinned, patting her candy-red Genesis affectionately. "This is the twelfth. Though I'm thinking maybe pearl white next time. The metallic finish would look amazing under city lights."

Tzuyu let out a soft chuckle. "At this point, I think you just like spending money."

Sana shrugged, running her fingers along her car's sleek hood. "What's the point of having a car if I can't make it fun?"

Tzuyu shook her head. "And what exactly are you waiting for today?"

Sana gestured toward Wonwoo, who was tightening a bolt under her hood. "Some new parts. He had to go across town for one, so I'm stuck here until he's back."

Tzuyu leaned against the counter. "Guess that means you'll be here a while."

"Guess so." Sana sighed dramatically. "What about you? More upgrades?"

Tzuyu smirked. "Just maintenance. Can't afford to have my baby running anything less than perfect."

From behind the counter, Nayeon scoffed loudly, her fingers absently tapping against the metal surface with a restless energy that seemed to come from somewhere deeper.

"Your baby?" She wiped her hands on a rag, giving Tzuyu a knowing look. "I swear you spend more time here than actually driving it."

Tzuyu rolled her eyes. "You know me. I like my cars in top shape."

Nayeon leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "Right. That's why you keep hanging around even after your car's done." She glanced between Tzuyu and Sana, grinning. "Not because of... company?"

Tzuyu stared at her blankly. "Don't start."

Sana raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Company, huh?"

Before Nayeon could make another comment, the shop door swung open with a loud bang.

"There you are!"

Jackson strode in, his energy immediately filling the room. But today, there was something different in his stride - a hint of purpose beneath his usual playfulness.

"I need you to check something for me," he said to Nayeon, his typically bright tone carrying an edge of seriousness. "There's a sound when I hit high speeds that shouldn't be there."

Nayeon's eyes narrowed slightly. Jackson being careful about his car usually meant something was up. "Let me take a look."

She moved toward his car, popping the hood open with practiced ease. Her fingers traced along the components, listening to the engine's subtle tells.

Jeongyeon poked her head out from under another car. "You seem excited today. What's the occasion?"

Jackson crossed his arms, glancing at the group. "Big race tonight. And two names are going to make it a lot more interesting."

Wonwoo tilted his head. "Known racers?"

Jackson smirked. "Very."

Momo, always nonchalant, hummed. "You wouldn't be hyping this up if it wasn't worth it."

Jackson chuckled. "You know me well." His gaze flickered to Nayeon, who was carefully listening to his engine. "One of them's an old friend."

Jeongyeon's curiosity piqued. "And the other?"

Jackson hesitated for a second before his smirk deepened. "Let's just say... you won't believe it until you see them."

Nayeon, without looking up from her work, casually added, "Hope you're ready to eat some dust, Wang."

Jackson laughed, the energy between them one of mutual trust and camaraderie. "You know I like a challenge."

The shop buzzed with anticipation.

The air was electric, the scent of burning rubber and gasoline thick in the night as the crowd roared with excitement. Neon lights flickered against the polished surfaces of high-performance cars, each one telling its own story of speed and power.

Tzuyu and Sana weaved through the mass of people, their presence drawing eyes. Tzuyu, calm as ever, was focused on the machinery around them, while Sana's gaze flitted between the crowd and the cars, her excitement barely contained.

Nayeon, leaning casually beside Momo and Jihyo, took a lazy sip of her drink, her sharp eyes catching subtle details others might miss - the way certain cars were positioned, the quiet confidence of experienced drivers among the showoffs.

Then Jackson's voice boomed through the speakers, his energy unmatched as he hyped up the crowd. "Aaand now, the moment you've all been waiting for! You know him, you've seen him dominate time and time again. Give it up for the one and only—Namjoon!"

A sleek purple-toned car rolled into the lot, its presence commanding immediate respect. The crowd exploded, recognizing greatness.

But then - another engine revved, deeper, controlled, precise. A matte black car followed, moving with a precision that felt familiar to Nayeon. She'd worked on enough high-performance vehicles to recognize a driver's signature in their machine.

"A legend returns! Korea, welcome back Mina!"

The crowd tensed. Their group stilled. Sana's jaw dropped. "Wait. Mina?"

Nayeon didn't react immediately, just let a slow, knowing smirk tug at the corner of her lips. The matte black finish, the subtle modifications she'd noticed during maintenance - it all made sense now.

The engines roared as the racers took their positions. Namjoon, ever the legend, sat coolly in his seat. Jackson, grinning like he was made for this. And Mina - calm, focused, unshaken.

She handled her car like she handled her business - with perfect control and calculated risks. Each turn, each acceleration spoke of years of experience that went far beyond casual racing.

The flag dropped.

And the streets belonged to them.

Mina's tires screeched as she launched forward, her acceleration flawless. The first turn came quick, but she was quicker, taking it as if she had memorized the city's curves in her bones.

Jackson kept up, his car roaring beside her, pushing the limits. His usual playful demeanor replaced by intense focus, proving he wasn't just an announcer or entertainer—he was a competitor.

Namjoon moved through the course with ruthless efficiency, each shift and turn calculated to perfection. His purple car carved through the night like a blade, leaving no room for error.

The streets blurred, neon reflections flashing against their windshields as they cut through the city. The crowd's cheers faded into the symphony of engines and squealing tires.

Mina drifted through a tight corner, her car kissing the edge of the lane but never losing control. She could hear the distant roar of the crowd as she slipped between Jackson and Namjoon like she belonged there.

Because she did.

The way she handled her car spoke of countless nights like this, of races won and lost, of a passion carefully hidden behind boardroom meetings and business suits.

Namjoon pushed forward, keeping the pace. His reputation wasn't just for show - every movement of his car was deliberate, challenging.

Jackson wasn't backing down either, his laughter barely audible over the roar of his engine. He matched them turn for turn, his earlier nervousness about his car's condition forgotten in the thrill of the chase.

Back at the starting point, the crowd watched the race unfold on massive screens. Nayeon's eyes tracked Mina's car, noting the subtle ways she handled each turn, each acceleration. It was the same precision she'd noticed when working on the car - nothing wasteful, everything purposeful.

Momo leaned closer to Jihyo, whispering, "No wonder she always insisted on perfect maintenance."

Sana and Tzuyu stood transfixed, watching their composed CEO transform into something else entirely on the track. The Mina they knew from the office was still there in the precision, the control, but this was Mina unleashed.

On the track, Mina smirked.

And then she accelerated.

Her car surged forward with a power that seemed impossible, threading through the narrowing gap between Namjoon and the barrier. The move was bold, dangerous even, but executed with such precision that it looked almost easy.

Namjoon's response was immediate, his car shifting to close the distance. Jackson matched their pace, turning the race into a dance of metal and speed, each driver pushing the others to their limits.

But Mina was in her element now. Each turn was a statement, each acceleration a reminder of who she was beyond the boardroom. The matte black car moved like a shadow through the city streets, carrying the weight of her return to this world she'd never really left.

The finish line approached.

Three cars, three legends, one moment.

And in that moment, as engines roared and tires screamed against asphalt, the night belonged to them.

The final stretch was nothing short of electrifying.

Mina pushed forward, every instinct sharpened as she maneuvered her car through the last turn, tires barely skimming the edge of the road. Each movement was precise, calculated, yet carried an edge of untamed power.

Namjoon was right there, steady and composed, his purple machine hugging the inside lane with ruthless efficiency. Jackson was gaining—his aggressive push nearly closing the gap between them, proving why he commanded respect on these streets.

The finish line flashed in sight.

And then—

Mina crossed it first.

A fraction of a second later—Namjoon.

Then Jackson, barely a breath behind.

The crowd exploded.

Cheers, shouts of disbelief, and the unmistakable roar of excitement echoed across the streets. But while Namjoon and Jackson slowed their cars to a stop, taking in the rush of the moment—

Mina?

She honked twice.

A simple, effortless gesture.

And then?

She was gone.

Her matte black car disappeared into the night, as if she had never been there to begin with.

The buzz she left behind?

That would linger long after.

The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the air still carried the adrenaline of the race.

Jackson's garage—always the place to be after a big night.

Jeongyeon leaned against her car, sipping a drink, eyes still gleaming from the thrill. "Damn, that was close."

"Close?" Wonwoo scoffed, taking a seat on a workbench. "Mina smoked you guys."

Jackson groaned, dramatically throwing his head back. "Why did I invite you?"

Sana laughed, nudging Tzuyu. "I can't believe that was Mina. I feel like I should be scared of her now."

"You weren't before?" Tzuyu raised a brow.

"I mean—yes? But *now* it's different."

Jihyo, ever the level-headed one, shook her head. "I still don't understand why she does it. She already runs an empire—why risk this?"

Momo, sipping on her beer, smirked. "Because she can."

Nayeon, who had been quietly enjoying the banter, finally spoke up. "I knew she was fast."

Jeongyeon turned to her, suspicious. "How?"

Nayeon shrugged, a lazy grin tugging at her lips. "You can tell a lot about a person by how they take care of their car."

Jackson groaned again. "God, I lost to her *and* now you guys won't shut up about it."

Wonwoo clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I mean... she *was* pretty badass."

"Don't remind me."

Jeongyeon smirked. "You gonna challenge her again?"

Jackson paused, then sighed dramatically. "Yeah... but not tonight. Tonight, we drink to our humiliation."

The group laughed, the buzz of the night still in their veins.

And somewhere out there—

Mina was already long gone, her victory needing no celebration.

Chapter Text

Mina pulled into a quiet, secluded overlook—far from the roaring engines and the hollering crowd left behind.

The city lights stretched before her, a shimmering sea of gold and white, but her gaze drifted only to the can in her hand. The metal still warm against her back as she leaned against her car, holding the night's victory in its heat.

A small sigh.

She cracked the first can open, letting the cold fizz bubble over her fingers - just like they used to do, back when victories were shared three ways. Without hesitation, she tipped it over, letting the liquid spill onto the ground beside her car.

A ritual.

A habit.

A memory.

Her best friend used to do it first.

"For the ride, before the rider."

Mina watched the beer soak into the pavement before opening another for herself, bringing the cold rim to her lips. The familiar taste carried echoes of countless nights like this, of shared victories and quiet celebrations.

The silence stretched—until her phone buzzed.

A video call.

Mina scoffed, hesitated before answering. "Didn't peg you for the clingy type, Kim."

Dahyun's face appeared, smiling, the night cityscape behind her. "You just disappeared, thought you got arrested."

Mina huffed out a laugh, the beer in her hand swaying slightly. "Not yet."

Dahyun's gaze flickered. "You're drinking."

Mina raised the can toward the screen. "Just one."

Dahyun hummed, skeptical. "Did you pour one out first?"

Mina didn't answer.

She didn't have to.

Dahyun's expression softened, but she didn't dwell. Instead, she switched topics.

"So? How was the race?"

Mina glanced at her car, feeling the lingering warmth of the engine, the rush of speed and adrenaline still singing in her veins. She considered lying—brushing it off like it was nothing.

But instead, she let herself be honest.

"...Good."

"Are you thinking about it again?" Dahyun's voice was quieter now.

Mina hesitated. Just for a second.

Dahyun smiled knowingly before she could respond.

"You don't have to say it," she teased. "Even if I don't approve of it, I know you'll always have that little cub smile and a thumbs-up at the end of your races."

Mina huffed, shaking her head. "It's always been two against one, huh?"

Dahyun laughed, her expression momentarily nostalgic, with a hint of sadness that Mina hoped she didn't noticed. "Yeah. It always was."

Mina leaned deeper against her car, taking another swig. The metal against her back was cooling now, but the victory it carried still felt warm.

She didn't say it, but for the first time in a while—

She felt alive again.

Mina groaned when her car refused to start.

The autoshop was closed for three days—annual maintenance or something along those lines. Jihyo and Momo had left a notice, and when she checked with Dahyun, Tzuyu confirmed it was true.

"Sorry, Minari," Dahyun had said.

Mina only grumbled in response, rubbing her temple.

It was fine. She'd just have to come back another day.

With another sigh, she slumped onto the pavement beside her car, resting her head against her arms. The quiet street, the cold air, the lingering buzz of alcohol in her veins—it all lulled her into a light, hazy sleep.

---

Nayeon returned from the venue with Momo and Jihyo, pulling up to her small house near the shop. She'd barely stepped out when she noticed it.

A familiar matte black car.

A familiar owner, slumped on the pavement beside it.

"The hell...?" Nayeon muttered, crossing her arms as she observed the situation.

At first, she was going to crack a joke—something about the all-powerful Myoui Mina looking defeated by an unmoving vehicle—but the words died on her tongue when she got closer.

Mina was asleep.

And more than that—

She reeked of alcohol.

Nayeon's brow twitched. Drinking and driving? Seriously?

With a click of her tongue, she crouched in front of Mina and nudged her shoulder. "Hey, heiress. You good?"

No response.

Nayeon sighed, debating her next move before the most logical thing came to mind.

Flick her forehead.

...

She didn't.

Instead, she pressed her knuckles against Mina's arm a little harder. "Mina. Wake up."

Still nothing.

"Of course," Nayeon muttered under her breath. Why did she have to deal with this?

With a shake of her head, she decided she'd deal with the situation like a decent human being—by hauling the drunken heiress into her small house before she froze to death outside.

She shot a quick text to Jihyo and Momo.

[Nayeon]: Gonna be late. Some drunk idiot passed out in front of the shop. Need to park her car first.

She added a quick, undignified photo of Mina slumped beside her own car for proof.

Within seconds, the reply came.

[Jihyo]: Thumbs up. Just hurry up.

[Momo]: LOL. Have fun.

Nayeon sighed. These two were useless.

Bracing herself, she hoisted Mina up, mumbling under her breath.

"Rich people and their damn recklessness..."

--------

The smell hit Mina first. Something savory, mixed with the scent of fresh coffee and a lingering trace of motor oil. 

Her eyebrows furrowed.

That wasn't right.

Her brain was foggy, her head pounding, but she was still lucid enough to know that this wasn't her home.

Her body tensed. Slowly, she cracked open her eyes—

—and immediately thought she was hallucinating.

Because in front of her was a half-naked mechanic, Nayeon, casually moving around a small house, a sandwich in hand, chewing like this was just another Tuesday morning for her.

Mina sat up hastily, scanning her surroundings, her own body still in her wrinkled button-down and suit pants, and then—her eyes locked onto that mechanic again.

The mechanic, completely unaffected, just tugged up the waistband of her sweats over her boxers, eyes flickering toward her for a brief second. Mina couldn't help but trace the tattoos she'd only seen glimpses of before, now fully visible in the morning light - the intricate design that wrapped from her collarbone down her arm, another piece curling along her ribcage. The morning light caught each line, making the art seem almost alive against her skin.

"You slept like a log," Nayeon said, her tone too nonchalant for Mina's liking. "I went out to grab food, showered and you just woke up."

Mina blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then, with a delayed realization, she finally processed everything—

The fact that she wasn't in her penthouse.

The fact that she was in a mechanic's house.

The fact that she had passed out drunk and Nayeon had—

"You—! You carried me here?!"

Nayeon took another bite of her sandwich, barely reacting. "What else was I supposed to do? Leave you on the pavement? You were curled up there like a stray cat."

Mina made a noise—a mix between a groan and a whine—as she clutched her throbbing head.

This was mortifying.

She wasn't like this.

She wasn't the type to wake up in someone else's house, hungover, with zero recollection of how she got there.

And yet—here she was.

Nayeon paused her movement, taking a moment to really look at Mina. Her eyes trailed from Mina's disheveled hair to her wrinkled button-down, now betraying more skin than the CEO would usually allow, down to her crumpled soiled suit pants. There was something almost gentle in her gaze, a flash of concern beneath her usual nonchalance, before it was quickly masked by her trademark smirk.

"You look like hell," she said, but her voice carried none of its usual bite as she returned from the small kitchen, placing a convenience store soup and a small packet of hangover medicine on the table beside Mina. "Drink this. It helps."

The gentleness in the gesture caught Mina off guard, made something flutter in her chest that she blamed entirely on the hangover.

"You could put on a shirt," Mina muttered, trying not to stare at the way the tattoos seemed to dance with each movement.

Nayeon's lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "Why? Am I making you nervous?" She stretched deliberately, the motion causing her muscles to flex. "Besides, it's my house."

Mina's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the soup, betraying her hangover's intensity.

Nayeon noticed - of course she did - and stepped closer, steadying the container. "Easy there." Her voice was softer now, though still carrying that edge of playfulness. "The great Mina, can handle her racing but not her drinking?"

"I can handle both just fine," Mina retorted, but accepted the help anyway.

"You know," Nayeon mused, leaning against the counter with that lazy confidence that seemed to come so naturally to her, "most people have to pay to get this view."

"How much do they—" Mina started before catching herself, eyes widening as she realized what she'd almost asked.

Nayeon's laugh burst out, genuine and surprised. "I meant my tattoos." Her eyes sparkled with delight. "But I'm very interested in where your mind went just now."

The heat in Mina's cheeks blazed. "I didn't—That's not—"

"Shower's through there," Nayeon cut her off, still chuckling as she moved past her, the ghost of her warmth brushing Mina's shoulder. "Left some clean clothes on the couch. Unless you prefer to stay in that suit, Your Highness?"

Mina finished the soup, feeling the warmth settle in her stomach. The headache still lingered, but it was manageable now, the dull throb far better than the sharp pounding from earlier.

Across from her, Nayeon had finally put on a loose tank top over her sports bra, though it did little to hide the tattoos that had caught Mina's attention earlier. She was moving around her small kitchen with an ease that somehow made the space feel both smaller and more intimate.

Mina shouldn't be watching.

But.

She did.

A little.

And the worst part? Nayeon knew.

She stretched again, the tank top riding up slightly, before glancing at Mina with that infuriating smirk that hadn't left her face since her earlier slip-up.

"You know," Nayeon mused, her movements deliberately casual, "for someone who was so insistent about me putting on a shirt, you sure spend a lot of time looking."

Mina, to her absolute horror, felt heat rush to her face again.

And that—that—was all it took for Nayeon to burst into laughter.

Not just a chuckle, not the usual teasing snickers Mina had heard at the auto shop, but actual, full laughter.

A sound that was light and carefree, different from the woman Mina had only ever seen in grease-streaked overalls and sarcastic grins.

Mina hated it.

Not really.

She pursed her lips, scowling. "You're insufferable."

Nayeon grinned. "And yet, here you are. Eating my food, sleeping in my house, enjoying my company."

Mina glared. "Enjoying is a strong word."

She pushed herself up, still feeling the ache in her limbs from last night's reckless drinking.

As she walked past Nayeon, she felt the mechanic watching her, still amused, still enjoying the fact that she had gotten under her skin.

And Mina hated that.

She hated a lot of things about this mechanic lately.

But who is she fooling.

Because somehow, despite her pounding head and wounded pride, there was something almost comfortable about this moment - something in the way Nayeon's teasing carried an undercurrent of care, in the way her laughter seemed to make the small house feel warmer.

But Mina would rather have another hangover than admit that.

Mina did not expect a vintage motorcycle to be rolled out from Nayeon's dingy garage, just like she didn't expect to be standing here in borrowed clothes - faded loose pants that hung low on her hips and a plaid button-down that smelled faintly of motor oil and something distinctly Nayeon.

For all the grease, oil stains, and clutter that made up the mechanic's space, the motorcycle was in pristine condition.

Sleek, well-maintained—rare.

Mina knew her toys, and this one? 

This was a collector's piece.

Her eyes flickered from the bike to Nayeon, who was shrugging on a leather jacket over her tank top, the casual movement drawing attention to the tattoos Mina had been trying not to think about all morning. It was infuriating how someone could look so effortlessly attractive while doing something so simple.

Nayeon caught Mina's stare and smirked. "Like what you see? The bike, I mean." Her eyes deliberately tracked down Mina's borrowed outfit. "Though my clothes look good on you too."

Mina crossed her arms, trying to maintain some dignity despite wearing yesterday's underwear and a mechanic's clothes. "The bike is rare."

Nayeon chuckled, pulling a helmet from the back and handing it to her. "Rare, huh? Guess you have a thing for expensive rides, Princess?" 

"I have a thing for things that are well-maintained," Mina shot back, then immediately regretted her choice of words when Nayeon's eyes lit up with mischief.

"Oh?" Nayeon leaned in slightly, voice dropping. "Is that why you keep looking at my.... tattoos?"

Mina choked. Literally.

Her fingers fumbled with the helmet strap, and before she could stop herself, her face was burning again.

Nayeon tilted her head, studying Mina with exaggerated curiosity. "Let me guess - you don't have any?"

Mina's lips curved into a slight smirk, finding her footing. "I don't like putting cheap stickers on expensive cars."

Instead of being offended, Nayeon's eyes lit up with amusement. "Comparing yourself to a luxury vehicle? That's bold." She leaned closer, voice dropping to a playful murmur. "Though I could always give you some temporary ones. You know, just to see how they... feel."

The implication in her tone made Mina's breath catch. Something about Nayeon's casual confidence, the way she moved like she didn't care who was watching while knowing exactly who was watching, made Mina's usual composure slip. She hated that this annoying mechanic who barely looked at her with interest, who teased her like she was just another customer at the shop, could make her feel so... conscious. Mina had dealt with attractive people before - she ran a corporation, for heaven's sake.

So Mina did the only thing she could do.

She hit her.

Not hard. Just a playful slap against the mechanic's arm, which only made Nayeon laugh—again.

"You're really exposing yourself right now."

Mina scowled, shoving on the helmet to hide her face.

"Just drive."

---------

Mina blamed it on her pounding headache.

That was the only reason why her mind was too aware of the way her fingers curled around the toned stomach in front of her, the thin tank top under the leather jacket doing little to hide the warmth of Nayeon's skin. The borrowed plaid shirt Mina wore kept riding up, forcing her to press closer than she'd like.

She definitely wasn't thinking about how firm Nayeon felt.

Or how the motorcycle purred beneath them, smooth and expertly maintained—just like the way Nayeon handled it. Each turn was precise, each acceleration controlled. It was irritating how good Nayeon was at this too, how she made everything look effortless.

Mina held on tighter when the engine revved, earning a low chuckle from the mechanic.

"Getting comfy back there, Princess? Or is this your first time on a bike?"

"I've been on plenty of bikes," Mina muttered against Nayeon's jacket, immediately regretting her defensive tone when she felt Nayeon's stomach muscles tense with suppressed laughter.

"Could've fooled me with how tight you're holding on."

Mina loosened her grip slightly, but a sharp turn had her instinctively clutching tighter again. She could practically feel Nayeon's smirk.

This was ridiculous. She was Myoui Mina. She'd raced cars at dangerous speeds, commanded boardrooms, handled million-dollar negotiations. She shouldn't be this affected by a motorcycle ride with an irritatingly attractive mechanic.

And yet.

—

By the time they reached Mina's place, she was ready for whatever offensive joke was about to leave Nayeon's mouth.

Something about her privilege, or how she probably never rode on a bike like this before.

Mina had heard it all.

But instead—

"Huh," Nayeon said, eyeing the apartment complex before looking back at her, gaze lingering on how the borrowed clothes somehow made Mina look both softer and more real than her usual suits. "Nothing less from someone like you."

Mina blinked, waiting for the real punchline, but nothing came.

That was it?

No bitterness, no mocking, just a comment—an irk-inducing one, but far less harmful than what she usually heard from people who resented her wealth.

It made her uneasy.

Before she could think too hard about it, Nayeon added, "Jeongyeon will check your car once the shop opens again." Her eyes flickered to the plaid shirt. "Keep the clothes. They look better on you anyway."

Mina hesitated.

"...i would never," she scoffed. "but thanks for taking me home." hating how genuine it sounded.

Nayeon didn't react.

She just swung a leg over her bike, the movement drawing Mina's eyes despite herself. With a knowing smirk, she gripped the handles.

"Don't drink and drive next time, Your Highness."

And then she was gone, leaving Mina standing there—hands still faintly tingling from where they had held onto her, clothes still carrying the scent of someone she absolutely wasn't thinking about.

Definitely wasn't thinking about.

Mina barely stepped foot inside before Dahyun was on her.

"Are you serious, Mina? You disappeared yesterday.." Dahyun's voice was sharp, but underneath it was something that sounded like fear. "Lisa said you were revving up near the estate, swerving like you were being chased—"

Mina didn't answer.

Dahyun was about to pounce, ready to scold her, but then—

She really looked at her.

Mina was standing there in clothes that weren't hers, shoulders slightly slumped, her usual composure cracked at the edges. The unfamiliar fabric seemed to make her look smaller somehow, more vulnerable.

Dahyun's chest ached.

"Stop blaming yourself," Dahyun muttered.

"I know" Mina whispered voice barely holding together.

And then she broke.

Tears fell, slow at first, then faster, her face twisting as she tried to hold it in but couldn't.

Dahyun pulled her in.

Mina clutched at her friend like she was drowning, burying her face in Dahyun's shoulder as she sobbed.

Her phone buzzed—her parents, her brother—they must've heard. They always called on this day.

Dahyun tightened her hold, already knowing what had pushed Mina over the edge.

Chaeyoung's death anniversary.

The day Mina's car broke down when she was rushing her best friend to the hospital.

The allergy attack had been sudden, the night was supposed to be fun, just the three of them laughing and eating, and then—

It had been the worst night of Mina and Dahyun's life. But Mina took it more heavily.

And every year since, she tried to outrun it.

Tried to drown it out in adrenaline, in speed, in the roar of an engine.

But the memories always caught up.

So Dahyun just held her, no more scolding, no more blaming, just the quiet, steady presence of a friend who had been there since the beginning.

Dahyun pulled away just enough to look at Mina properly, her eyes scanning the oversized plaid hanging loosely on her frame.

"So that's why you're wearing this," Dahyun exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "You drove to the auto shop after you raced like a madwoman in Lisa's estate." Her voice softened. "Your friend was worried, Minari. I was worried."

Mina sniffled, wiping her face with the borrowed sleeve. "I know, i know," she admitted, voice small.

Dahyun sighed. "I should've been there. I know you get like this."

Mina looked up, meeting Dahyun's gaze, her eyes still red from crying. "And I know you never want to be there."

That shut Dahyun up for a second.

She could never handle watching Mina like that—reckless, desperate, out of control. Not again.

So instead of arguing, Dahyun sighed dramatically and crossed her arms. "So... this mechanic took you in like a stray cat?"

Mina let out a breathy laugh, nudging Dahyun's arm. "Shut up."

Her fingers absently played with the hem of the borrowed shirt—stiff, a little too big—and she frowned slightly. It smelled like cheap laundry soap, so different from her usual carefully curated world. A small reminder of how this day had thrown her off course in more ways than one.

But right now, with Dahyun's arms around her and the weight of memories pressing down, that unfamiliar scent was just another detail in a day that had already spun far beyond her control.

The usual calm intensity of Mina's office remained, but something felt... different. Over the past week, since her breakdown, the dynamic had subtly shifted. What started as formal presentations of marketing reports from Sana and financial projections from Tzuyu had somehow evolved into more comfortable interactions.

Today, like most mornings lately, Sana and Tzuyu were reviewing quarterly plans with her, while Dahyun efficiently organized documents at her usual spot near Mina's desk. The familiarity had grown naturally - Sana's creative insights and Tzuyu's analytical approach complementing each other in a way that made their meetings increasingly productive. And somewhere between budget discussions and campaign strategies, the rigid formality had begun to soften.

Maybe it was her own shift in energy, the lingering vulnerability from that weekend, or maybe—definitely—it was the way these two had earned their place in her space. Their presence stirred something familiar - Sana's free spirit showing through even in professional settings, reminding her of how Chaeyoung used to make boardrooms feel less suffocating, while Tzuyu's steady competence offered its own kind of comfort.

Mina had always been good at control. Her office was her kingdom, and in it, she dictated the tempo, the distance, and the boundaries of every interaction. But lately, the walls around her felt a little thinner, her carefully crafted composure met with something she hadn't quite expected from her department heads—curiosity, warmth, familiarity.

"These projections look solid," Mina noted, reviewing Tzuyu's latest figures. Dahyun hummed in agreement, already marking sections that would need board approval.

But before she could continue, Sana, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, leaned forward in her chair.

"So..." Sana began, her eyes sparkling with a mischief that seemed out of place in the CEO's office. "Speaking of projections and trajectories - that was some interesting driving on Saturday."

Mina stilled, fingers lightly gripping her pen. She caught Dahyun's subtle pause in her organizing, knew her friend was gauging her reaction.

Tzuyu, seated beside Sana with their morning reports and coffee, added casually, "We saw you."

"No." Mina lied effortlessly, pulling her wrist away.

Sana squinted at her. "You hesitated."

"I was processing your ridiculous question."

Tzuyu chuckled, but Mina caught the way her gaze lingered—gentle, understanding, not pushing but present. Different from how Dahyun's worry always sharpened when racing came up.

Dahyun placed a folder down beside Mina with a knowing look. "They're not going to drop this, you know."

Mina sighed, rubbing her temple. "Unfortunately, I'm aware."

Sana beamed. "That means there's something to drop!"

Tzuyu smirked behind her coffee cup.

Mina should've been annoyed. She should've shut this down completely.

She didn't want to.

Not really.

Sana leaned in, grinning. "We didn't just see you. We watched you win."

Mina didn't move, didn't react, but her silence spoke volumes.

Tzuyu tilted her head. "You didn't think we'd recognize your car?"

Mina finally exhaled, slow and measured, placing her pen down with careful precision before looking between the two of them. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Sana's grin widened. "You are such a liar."

Mina frowned. "Excuse me—"

"Oh, come on." Sana nudged her knee lightly. "Even if we didn't see you race, we would've figured it out eventually."

Mina narrowed her eyes. "How?"

Tzuyu smirked, setting her coffee down. "I think Sana already had a hunch."

Sana nodded enthusiastically. "I mean, I did recommend JiMo's to you, didn't I?" She looked almost too pleased with herself. "And I've seen the way you talk about cars. You're too knowledgeable for someone who just likes them."

Mina hated how exposed she felt, like a secret she had kept buried had somehow surfaced without her permission. But there was something in their acceptance that reminded her of Chaeyoung's easy understanding, different from Dahyun's careful worry.

She expected teasing, expected them to poke fun at her, but all she saw was... excitement.

Sana was practically bouncing, eyes alight with genuine fascination. "You really don't do anything half-assed, huh?"

Mina sighed, rubbing her temple. "You two are insufferable."

Tzuyu chuckled, leaning back. "And you're a mystery we're slowly solving."

Mina clicked her tongue. "I'm not a puzzle."

Sana hummed, tilting her head. "No, but you are something worth figuring out."

And for the first time, Mina didn't quite know what to do with that.

Because she wasn't used to people wanting to know her—not Myoui Mina, the CEO, but her.

And maybe... just maybe... she was starting to be okay with it. Because their curiosity felt like freedom - the kind she used to know with Chaeyoung, the kind that existed alongside Dahyun's care, and now something new entirely with them.

Mina was still intimidating.

The office still hummed with efficiency, employees moving with careful precision, minding their tone, their posture, their presence whenever they were in her orbit. The air remained formal, sharp-edged, but there was something—something subtle—beginning to shift.

It was in the way Dahyun no longer hesitated before adding a quip at the end of her schedule rundown.

In the way Sana and Tzuyu no longer scrambled to avoid her in the hallways, instead comfortably falling in step with her whenever their paths crossed.

It was in the meetings, where Sana wasn't afraid to challenge an idea, where Tzuyu casually shared insights without waiting for permission.

It was in the lunch breaks, where Dahyun sat a little more relaxed, where Sana stole fries from Tzuyu's plate with a grin, where Mina—against all odds—found herself still seated long after she had finished eating, lingering in their conversation.

And now, in the quiet hum of Mina's office, with the afternoon sun filtering through the windows, the four of them sat—Dahyun organizing files, Tzuyu reviewing reports, and Sana, twirling a pen between her fingers, glancing between them all with ease.

The conversation was casual, light, until Tzuyu, ever so curious, turned her attention to Mina.

"You're still taking taxis, aren't you?"

Mina, who had been signing a document, paused briefly, before resuming. "What about it?"

Tzuyu leaned back, tapping her fingers against the desk. "It's been days. JiMo's should've finished your car by now. You know, you could use one of the company cars."

"I prefer my own car," Mina said simply.

"Even Dahyun offered hers," Sana chimed in, clearly enjoying this.

Dahyun glanced up from her papers, a knowing look in her eyes. She'd known Mina long enough to understand - it wasn't about status or luxury. That car was one of the few things Mina held onto, refusing to replace it even when newer models caught her eye. For someone who could easily buy any car she wanted, Mina's attachment to this one spoke volumes.

"The taxis work fine," Mina added, her tone casual. She'd never been one to shy away from public transportation or regular taxis, something that had surprised many who expected the CEO of MB Enterprises to be more removed from everyday life.

"And I declined all offers," she continued, "because my car will be ready soon enough."

Sana, who had been lazily tapping her pen, stilled, eyes flicking between them.

Tzuyu hummed, as if considering something, before dropping it casually.

"Well... I heard that Nayeon unnie's handling it."

Mina almost buckled.

Dahyun's pen stopped moving. Sana blinked. Tzuyu? Smirking.

Mina, composure nearly slipping, barely held back her reaction.

Dahyun, ever the watcher, saw the exact moment Mina tensed, her fingers curling slightly, the way her lips parted for half a second before sealing shut again.

Sana, sharp despite her cheerful demeanor, leaned forward, intrigued. "Ohhh."

Mina shot her a flat look.

Sana only grinned wider.

Tzuyu, as if this was all just an innocent observation, continued, "She's a good mechanic. Meticulous, skilled, very hands-on."

Dahyun coughed to cover her laugh. Sana snorted.

Mina glared.

Tzuyu just took a slow sip of her coffee.

And just like that, the shift continued—unrushed, unforced, but inevitable.

----

Mina had been waiting.

Restless, impatient, yet keeping up her usual composed front.

Jihyo had been sending updates, ever so professional, ever so punctual.

But what was unnecessary—truly, completely, absolutely unnecessary—were the attached pictures of Nayeon working.

Unnecessary.

Mina scrolled up, not because she cared (she didn't), but because Jihyo kept sending them.

A picture of Nayeon hunched over the hood, greased-up and focused.

Another, leaning against Mina's car, a smirk barely visible.

One, where Momo was also in frame, grinning beside her, as if mocking Mina through the screen.

Mina locked her phone, jaw clenching.

Dahyun, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke.

"You know... for someone who doesn't care, you've been refreshing your messages a lot."

Mina shot her a look.

Dahyun, unbothered, just smirked. "It's okay, really. Happens to the best of us."

Mina exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face. "You're supposed to be my assistant."

"I am. And as your assistant, I'm assisting you in facing your truth."

Mina scoffed. "I could fire you, you know."

Dahyun just grinned wider. "But you won't."

Mina glared. Dahyun winked.

—

The next time Jihyo's name popped up, Mina almost ignored it, almost left it unread.

Then she saw the message.

Jihyo: Your car is ready. Pick it up whenever.

Mina didn't even hesitate.

Her phone was already in her hand, tapping away—a lunch meeting, dismissed.

She stood, collecting her things, already making her way out.

Dahyun, barely looking up from her files, just smirked knowingly.

Mina, not meeting her gaze, walked faster.

------

Mina walked into JiMo's Auto Shop, her usual nonchalant demeanor intact, despite the clear chaos surrounding her.

The shop was busy—busier than she had ever seen before.

Engines revved, tools clanked, voices overlapped, and the smell of oil, metal, and rubber was thick in the air.

Jihyo spotted her instantly, stepping away from a clipboard to usher her in. "Busy season," she explained before Mina could ask. "You came at an interesting time."

Mina barely nodded, her eyes scanning the shop, looking for her car—but then, a laugh caught her attention.

A chuckle, familiar.

She turned.

Nayeon, standing near a sleek sports car, her arm resting against the frame, her smile sharp, teasing.

A woman—clearly a regular—was clinging to her, leaning in too close, grinning up at Nayeon like she was some charming, grease-covered prince.

Jihyo smirked, following Mina's gaze. "That's a regular," she said, as if reading Mina's thoughts. "Latches onto her every time."

Mina said nothing.

Jihyo continued, "Nayeon will show you what she did with your car."

Mina finally turned back to her. "I don't see it here."

Jihyo nodded toward the back. "It's in the garage. You can wait there—sorry it took so long. There were a lot of parts Nayeon wanted to show you that she changed."

She handed Mina a list—the replaced parts, the work done.

And, of course, the bill.

Before Mina could respond, another voice cut in.

"Ah, Mina."

Momo.

She had just walked in, holding a receipt, barely looking up as she spoke in that usual detached, casual way.

"Your car was in bad shape, but congrats on your win that weekend. You're cool."

Mina glanced at her, eyebrow raised.

Momo shrugged. "Just saying." Then she walked off, leaving nothing but the scent of gasoline and nonchalance behind her.

—

Mina was in the back garage, waiting—arms crossed, expression carefully neutral—when Nayeon finally arrived.

It was the first time today Mina had her full attention.

No customers.

No teasing.

Just her.

Nayeon walked up, motioning toward the covered car. "Alright," she said, pulling off the tarp.

And there it was.

Mina's car.

Looking sleek, polished, and repaired—but Mina's eyes flickered to the pile of discarded parts nearby.

Things that had been replaced.

Before Mina could ask, Nayeon got there first.

"These," she said, nudging a worn-out part with her boot, "were done for."

Mina tilted her head, waiting, but Nayeon just gestured to the upgrades she had installed, running through the changes.

But something was... off.

No teasing remarks.

No smug comments.

Just straightforward explanations.

Mina was watching her now, the way Nayeon avoided meeting her eyes too long.

The mechanic had seen something.

Something Mina hadn't planned for her to see.

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"Want to test drive it?"

Mina nodded, and Nayeon grinned. "I'll come with," she said, already turning to grab a change of clothes.

"I'll just change real quick so your pristine car doesn't get dirty, Your Highness."

There it was again.

Mina rolled her eyes at the nickname, but before she could react further—Nayeon just took off her shirt.

Mina immediately turned her gaze away, a sharp exhale leaving her lips as she focused very hard on the wall, on the car, on anything but the toned back and tattoos on display.

"What is with this person?!"

As if on cue, Jihyo walked in, barely glancing at Nayeon changing in the corner. Without missing a beat, she grabbed what she needed and muttered, "Oh, the stripper is at it again."

A shirt flew across the room, landing straight at Jihyo, who caught it effortlessly.

She only smirked, unimpressed.

Mina, meanwhile, was still processing.

And then—just like that—Nayeon was fully dressed again, acting like nothing happened.

Mina hated how unbothered she was.

—

Now, inside Mina's car, Nayeon directed her toward a road she didn't recognize.

"We test the cars here," Nayeon said casually, as Mina took in the open stretch of land before them.

It was private—a perfect, quiet space.

Mina didn't ask who owned it.

Instead, she focused on the drive, the way her car handled now, how smooth the engine purred under her fingertips.

But Nayeon, ever the menace, started egging her on.

"Faster."

Mina threw her a glare but did as told.

"C'mon, you drive like a grandma."

Mina scoffed and pressed harder on the gas.

When she finally pulled to a stop, engine thrumming, breath just a little heavier, Nayeon leaned back into the seat.

"Didn't hear anything cranking after that intense test drive," she mused, stretching her arms.

Mina nodded, satisfied.

And then—Nayeon turned to her, expression unreadable.

"You know," she started, voice lighter, but something about it felt pointed. "I've seen all kinds of messed-up cars roll into the shop, but yours?"

Mina froze.

Nayeon grinned, but her next words weren't teasing.

"That wasn't just wear and tear, Your Highness. Someone's been pushing it to the limit."

Mina kept her face impassive.

"And," Nayeon continued, tilting her head, "you reeked of alcohol when I found you. Tell me, Mina... you don't mix those two, do you?"

Mina clenched the wheel.

A slow, creeping feeling settled in her chest.

It wasn't accusatory.

It wasn't mocking.

It was worse.

Nayeon was seeing her.

The mechanic turned back to the road with a small, knowing hum. "Just saying. Would be a shame if something happened to this pretty car of yours. Or you."

And just like that, the conversation shifted back, as if she hadn't just dug under Mina's skin and left something there to linger.

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As Mina pulled up in front of the auto shop, Nayeon unbuckled her seatbelt with ease, moving like she owned the space around her.

She cracked her neck, stretched a little, then turned to Mina with that infuriatingly casual grin.

"Not bad, Your Highness," she said, patting the dashboard. "Bet you drive even better when you're not trying to impress me."

Mina stilled.

Nayeon winked, completely unfazed, and hopped out, shutting the door behind her.

Mina sat there, stunned.

As if—as if this fucking mechanic just did that.

Her hands tightened on the wheel, jaw clenched, heat rushing to her face before she could even stop it.

And outside, Nayeon?

She walked into the shop like she hadn't just wrecked Mina in her own damn car.

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The wine glass dangled loosely in Mina's fingers as she paced her penthouse, the city lights blurring beyond her windows. Her blazer hung forgotten over a chair, her silk blouse untucked - small signs of her unraveling composure.

Every corner of her space seemed to conjure Nayeon. That easy confidence as she'd stripped off her shirt in the garage, all toned muscle and intricate ink, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world. The memory made Mina's throat dry, had her taking another sip of wine.

Then there was that morning in Nayeon's house - how different the mechanic had looked in the soft dawn light, moving around her small kitchen like she owned every inch of space. The tattoos that Mina had only caught glimpses of at the shop had been on full display, designs shifting with each movement, telling stories Mina found herself wanting to trace.

"Get it together," she muttered, but her mind wandered to the test drive.

The way Nayeon had lounged in the passenger seat, one arm resting casually on the window, her profile sharp against the afternoon sun. How her voice had dropped lower when she'd talked about Mina's car, about wear and tear, about limits pushed too far. Like she was reading Mina's secrets in the engine's hum.

Mina's fingers tightened around her glass. She could still feel the phantom press of Nayeon's body against hers from that motorcycle ride - solid, warm, real. The memory made her skin prickle, heat crawling up her neck.

She moved to the window, pressing her forehead against the cool glass. But even here, in her pristine penthouse, twenty floors above the city, she could almost feel Nayeon hovering behind her. Could almost hear that low chuckle that seemed designed to crawl under her skin. Could almost see that knowing smirk reflected in the window beside her own frustrated expression.

Her hands itched with the urge to grab, to touch, to prove to herself that this attraction was just physical - just her body responding to someone who moved through the world with such effortless confidence. But deep down, she knew it was worse than that.

Mina pushed away from the window, grabbing the wine bottle. She needed another drink. She needed to think. When was the last time she'd even spent the night with someone? Eight months? A year? She'd been busy, she reasoned, pouring another glass. Running a corporation didn't leave much time for... entanglements.

There had been opportunities, of course. That actress from the charity gala, with her lingering touches and hotel key discretely passed during drinks. The model Lisa had tried to set her up with, whose apartment had served its purpose for one night. Beautiful women who made it clear they were interested, offering their beds, their time, their temporary comfort.

But never her penthouse. Never her space.

That was the rule she'd made for herself - take what's offered elsewhere, but keep her sanctuary untouched. It was easier that way. Cleaner. No explanations needed, no morning-after awkwardness in her own space.

But none of them had looked at her the way Nayeon had in that garage. None of them had seen past every carefully constructed wall, had noticed things about Mina that even she didn't want to acknowledge. The way Nayeon's eyes had tracked over her car's wear patterns, understanding written in every line of her body - it wasn't just about the machinery. She'd seen Mina's desperation in those worn parts, had read her recklessness in the engine's strain.

"This is ridiculous," Mina muttered, pushing away from the window. She was just touch-starved, just needed to work off some tension. It had nothing to do with the way Nayeon's hands had moved over her car's hood, strong and sure, explaining each repair like she was telling Mina's secrets back to her.

She paced the length of her penthouse, wine glass forgotten on the counter. The city lights blurred beyond her windows, but all she could see was Nayeon in that damn tank top, tattoos shifting with each movement, that infuriating confidence in every gesture.

Nothing to do with how those tattoos had shifted under smooth skin, how that tank top had clung just right, how that damn smirk seemed to say she knew exactly what Mina was thinking.

Her reflection caught her eye - cheeks flushed, composure cracking. This wasn't her. She didn't get affected like this. She was Myoui Mina, for god's sake. She had board meetings to run, a company to manage. She didn't have time to be distracted by some mechanic who—

"Fuck," Mina hissed, pressing her thighs together. She wasn't some teenager who couldn't control her hormones. She was Myoui Mina. She didn't get affected like this. Not by anyone, and certainly not by some mechanic who—

Her phone buzzed against the marble counter, screen lighting up with a name she hadn't seen in months.

Seungwan.

I hear you're back in SK? And racing again? Namjoon mentioned seeing you. Thought Japan was permanent for you.

Before Mina could process that, another message:

Wanna meet up? I just landed. My place?

An escape. An easy out. Something familiar and uncomplicated.

Be there in twenty. Mina hit send, grabbed her keys, and walked out.

No more thinking. No more wine-hazed contemplation about mechanics and knowing smirks. Just the familiar route to Seungwan's place, the promise of something she knew how to handle.

Her car responded smoothly as she pulled onto the empty streets, the night air cool through her open window. The city lights blurred past, each turn automatic, muscle memory taking over.

This was better than pacing her penthouse, better than letting her mind wander to tattooed arms and infuriating grins. Better than admitting why her skin felt too tight whenever she thought about—

She pressed harder on the gas.

"There you are!" Jihyo's voice echoed through the garage. "We've been looking everywhere."

Nayeon emerged from under a car, grease smeared across her cheek. "Miss me that much?"

Momo snorted from her perch on the workbench. "Jackson's friend needs their car checked tomorrow. You up for a home service?"

"Which friend?" Nayeon wiped her hands on a rag.

"He says the one with the vintage collection," Jihyo said. "Good money."

Nayeon shrugged, that easy confidence rolling off her shoulders. "Sure, I'll handle it. After that though, I'm taking off early."

"Hot date?" Momo teased.

"Nah," Nayeon grinned. "Just need some time with my bike."

Jihyo's eyes lit up with recognition. "Ah, right. It's that time of the month again."

"Your other family waiting?" Momo smirked. "The mysterious husband and daughter we never see?"

Nayeon threw her rag at Momo's head. "Shut up."

"What? We're just saying," Jihyo joined in, enjoying this familiar teasing. "Every month, like clockwork, our Nayeon disappears to play family woman."

"You two are impossible," Nayeon shook her head, but her smile held a hint of something softer. "I'm heading out after Jackson's friend tomorrow. That's all you need to know."

"So mysterious," Momo stage-whispered to Jihyo. "Maybe she really does have a secret life."

"Maybe she's actually married to that bike of hers," Jihyo countered.

Nayeon just gathered her tools, used to their antics. But there was something in the way she moved - a subtle tension, a quiet anticipation - that made her friends exchange knowing looks. Whatever these monthly disappearances were about, they knew better than to push too hard.

"Here's the address," Momo handed Nayeon a slip of paper, leaning against the shop's front counter. "Jackson's friend. Apparently has quite the collection of vintage beauties."

Nayeon smirked, adjusting her leather jacket. "I only have one, but she's all I need."

"Your bike's not the same thing," Momo rolled her eyes.

"She's perfect and you know it," Nayeon patted her motorcycle's seat, fingers tracing the vintage chrome with familiar affection.

The morning air was crisp as she rode through the city, streets gradually changing from commercial buildings to elaborate mansions. The neighborhood was familiar - she made this route monthly, though usually turning down a different street.

She checked the address again. Son Seungwan.

The guard booth came into view, and Nayeon slowed, but before she could speak—

"Ah, from JiMo's?" the guard asked, recognition flickering in his eyes.

Nayeon nodded, and the gates opened to reveal manicured lawns and pristine driveways. A black car was parked in front of Seungwan's house - expensive, recently serviced. The same model she'd just fixed at the shop. 

She pulled up beside it, her vintage motorcycle a stark contrast to the sleek machine. Not that she meant to park there specifically - it was just the most logical spot.

A woman emerged from the house - clearly an assistant by her formal attire and tablet in hand. "Miss Son will be down shortly. You can wait in the garage if you'd like."

Nayeon nods, gathering her tools. Just another job, even if the address felt oddly familiar.

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Mina was gathering her clothes, trying to ignore how familiar this felt - the morning after, the quiet efficiency of dressing, the way sunlight streamed through Seungwan's expensive curtains.

A knock. "Miss Son, the mechanic from JiMo's is here. She's at the garage."

Mina stilled, her blouse half-buttoned. Of all the mechanics in Seoul, of all the mornings—

Cool arms wrapped around her waist, Seungwan's lips finding that spot on her neck she'd reacquainted herself with last night. "Leaving so soon?"

"Yeah." Mina let herself relax into the touch, one last time.

"Why?" Seungwan's voice was low, tempting. "Stay. I missed you."

"I have to go." 

The stairs felt longer than they used to be as Mina descended, each step measured and precise. She'd walked this path before, months ago, years ago, always in the same careful morning-after retreat.

The ornate mirror at the bottom of the staircase caught her attention - the one that offered a perfect view into the garage where Seungwan kept her prized collection. Force of habit had Mina checking her appearance, ensuring every button was done, every strand of hair in place.

That's when she saw her.

That back, those tattoos peeking from the tank top as the mechanic leaned over one of Seungwan's cars. Nayeon. Here. Of course.

Mina's fingers twitched against the banister. Did she noticed her car?

"What the fuck," she muttered, seeing her own black car perfectly framed by Nayeon's vintage motorcycle. The irony wasn't lost on her - both machines side by side, like some cosmic joke.

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Nayeon let out a low whistle, taking in the collection. Vintage models lined the space, each one maintained to perfection. Her fingers itched to explore each engine, to understand the stories these machines could tell.

"Impressive, right?"

Nayeon turned to find Son Seungwan walking toward her, casual in expensive lounge wear that probably cost more than Nayeon's monthly earnings. But there was nothing pretentious in her smile.

"Very," Nayeon nodded appreciatively. "The '67 is particularly beautiful."

"You know your classics," Seungwan's eyes lit up. "That one's my favorite too. But it's this one giving me trouble," she gestured to a newer model. "Something's off in the engine response."

They were deep in discussion about timing belts when two distinct long honks cut through the morning air. Seungwan's smile softened slightly, a quiet acknowledgment of the goodbye.

The assistant appeared shortly after, her cheeks slightly pink as she addressed Nayeon. "I'm sorry, but your motorcycle is blocking Miss Myoui's car."

"Oh?" Seungwan's eyebrows rose, amusement dancing in her expression at her assistant's obvious interest in the mechanic.

"Oh, Miss Myoui's car?" Nayeon's eyebrows rose slightly at the assistant's words, recognition flickering across her features. "Guess I'm not done with that one yet."

Another impatient extended honk echoed from the front.

"Someone's in a hurry," Nayeon drawled, taking her time as she walked toward the front, keys twirling around her finger.

Seungwan followed, an amused smile playing on her lips as she watched her assistant trail after Nayeon like a puppy. The morning sun caught the chrome of the vintage motorcycle, positioned perfectly against the black car Nayeon had just spent days fixing.

Through the tinted windows, Mina's fingers drummed against the steering wheel, her usual composure betrayed by the tension in her shoulders.

"Sorry about that, Your Highness," Nayeon called out, the nickname carrying none of its usual weight - just another customer in a fancy house. She swung her leg over her bike with practiced ease, the movement drawing a barely concealed sigh from the assistant.

The car's engine revved - aggressively, distinctly impatient. The sound was perfect though, Nayeon noted with professional satisfaction. Her work, after all.

As Nayeon moved her bike, Mina's car pulled away with precise control, disappearing down the driveway in a manner that seems rushed.

Seungwan watched the car leave, something soft and knowing in her expression. Then she caught her assistant still staring at Nayeon and shook her head with a quiet laugh.

"The timing belt?" Seungwan gestured back to the garage, though her eyes lingered for a moment on the gates where Mina had disappeared.

"Right," Nayeon nodded, already shifting back into work mode. "Show me what's bothering you."

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"That should do it for now," Nayeon wiped her hands on a rag, standing back from the engine. "I'll need to come back tomorrow with some parts to finish up."

"No rush," Seungwan nodded, understanding. "We all have places to be."

The assistant - who'd been hovering nearby the entire time - stepped closer. "Maybe I could get your number? You know, for... updates about the car."

Nayeon's lips curved into her usual easy smile, the one she gave to every flirtatious customer. "The shop number's on the card. Jihyo handles all the scheduling."

She packed her tools, aware of the assistant's lingering gaze but treating it with the same practiced indifference she'd perfected over years of similar attention.

The motorcycle roared to life, and Nayeon headed deeper into the exclusive neighborhood, taking familiar turns until she reached a different house - more modern than Seungwan's, but just as impressive.

Three distinctively patterned honks, then the door opened.

Despite the grease on her clothes and the sweat from work, warm arms immediately wrapped around her.

"Hi Karina."

The hug tightened. "Hey you."

"Missed you," Nayeon murmured into her shoulder.

Karina pulled back, wrinkling her nose playfully. "Missed you too, but god, you stink. Let me go."

"Fine, fine," Nayeon laughed. "I'll shower."

"Good. I'll order food."

"Still haven't learned to cook, huh?" Nayeon teased, already heading toward the familiar path to the bathroom.

"Why should I when delivery exists?" Karina called after her, but her voice carried the warmth of long-held comfort, of moments shared beyond the world's view.

By the time Nayeon emerged, hair damp, dressed in sweats and a loose hoodie, Karina was sprawled out on the couch, takeout containers spread across the coffee table.  

"Food in LA still doesn't compare?" Nayeon dropped onto the couch, grabbing a pair of chopsticks.  

"Not even close," Karina handed her a dumpling. She glanced toward the window, where the vintage motorcycle was parked. "You're really taking good care of it."  

Nayeon’s lips curled into a soft smile. "As I should."  

Karina hesitated, then shifted slightly closer. "Unnie’s doing well."  

Nayeon stopped mid-bite.  

Karina curled her legs under her, watching carefully. "We’re all doing well."  

A long pause.  

"She knew about Irene’s visit," Karina added gently. "She’s sorry you had to go through that."  

The weight of the words settled in the room. Nayeon exhaled slowly, placing her chopsticks down.  

"It's the best I can do for now," she admitted, voice quieter than before.  

Karina reached out, her fingers lightly tracing over the ink peeking from Nayeon’s collarbone—a silent acknowledgment of everything unspoken.  

Nayeon didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Just let it happen.  

Then, as if sensing the heaviness growing too thick, Karina’s lips twitched.  

"Oh, by the way…"  

Nayeon sighed, already bracing herself. "What now?"  

Karina’s grin widened. "You're going to be an aunt."  

Nayeon blinked. "What?"  

"One month pregnant." Karina practically bounced on the couch. "She just found out."  

For the first time that night, something soft cracked through Nayeon’s carefully guarded expression. Surprise, warmth, something unreadable beneath the surface.  

"She’s going to be a mom," Nayeon murmured, as if saying it out loud made it real.  

Karina nudged her side. "And you’re going to be the cool aunt who rides motorcycles and threatens to fight people."  

Nayeon huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "That’s a given."  

Karina leaned into Nayeon's side, voice softer now. "We miss you, you know."  

Nayeon exhaled through her nose, gaze flickering toward the ceiling. "I miss you guys too."  

Silence settled, but it wasn’t heavy—not suffocating. It simply existed between them, stretching like an old comfort.  

Karina let out a content sigh. “You’re staying the night, right?”  

Nayeon hummed in response, already reaching for another dumpling.  

She wasn’t ready to leave just yet.  

Not tonight.  

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The night stretched quiet, the only sounds coming from the soft hum of the city beyond Karina’s glass walls. The glow of streetlights cast a warm haze into the room, painting soft shadows over the couch where Nayeon lay half-asleep, an arm draped lazily over her stomach.  

It was peaceful. Too peaceful.  

Which was why Karina—still on LA time, still restless—grinned before unceremoniously shoving Nayeon’s leg.  

"Up."  

A low groan. "What the hell, Rina."  

"Ride with me," Karina sing-songed, already bouncing off the couch.  

Nayeon cracked one eye open. "It’s past midnight."  

"So? You used to love driving at this hour." Karina was already tugging on a hoodie, practically vibrating with energy. "Come on, you know you want to."  

"I don’t want to."  

"You do."  

Nayeon groaned again, but Karina just smiled—because they both knew how this would end.  

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Minutes later, the roar of an engine cut through the stillness of the empty streets.  

Nayeon leaned against her motorcycle, watching as Karina adjusted the seat of a sleek sports car—one of the other toys in the house.  

"Where to?" Nayeon asked, slipping on her helmet.  

Karina smirked. "Let’s just drive. See where we end up."  

That was how it always was with them.  

And so they drove.  

The city blurred past, neon signs flickering, traffic lights casting their glow over the deserted roads. Karina rolled her windows down, letting the crisp night air whip through her hair, music playing low from the speakers.  

Nayeon followed close behind, the steady rumble of her bike syncing with the rhythm of the road.  

It felt familiar.  

Like nights years ago, when life had been different. When they weren’t scattered across different continents, weren’t weighed down by names, expectations, and the ghosts they tried to outrun.  

Karina glanced at her side mirror, catching a glimpse of Nayeon’s bike in the reflection. "Still your favorite way to clear your head?"  

"One of them," Nayeon replied through her helmet, voice crackling slightly through the Bluetooth connection.  

Karina tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. "Remember when we used to sneak out just to do this?"  

A soft chuckle. "Yeah. Got our asses handed to us a couple of times, too."  

"Totally worth it."  

They reached a stretch of road just outside the city, the skyline glittering behind them, the air quieter here—emptier.  

Karina pulled over first, stepping out, arms stretching as she breathed in the night.  

Nayeon parked beside her, pulling off her helmet, shaking out her hair. "This better not be one of your sentimental stops."  

Karina shot her a look. "Shut up. It’s a nice view."  

And it was.  

The city sprawled beneath them, lights pulsing like a living thing, a reminder of how vast everything was.  

Nayeon leaned against her bike, arms crossing over her chest. "So what’s this really about?"  

Karina hesitated. Then, quietly, "Nothing. Just missed this. Missed you."  

Nayeon didn’t answer immediately. Just let the wind fill the space between them.  

She could feel Karina watching her, waiting. But Nayeon had never been good with moments like this—the ones that asked for more than she was willing to give.  

So instead, she smirked, bumping Karina’s shoulder. "You’re getting soft on me, Rina."  

Karina rolled her eyes, but her lips curled into a grin. "And you’re still an asshole."  

They stood there for a while longer, the weight of their history sitting between them—unspoken, but there.  

Finally, Karina broke the quiet with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Race me back?"  

Nayeon huffed a laugh, already straddling her bike. "You always lose."  

"Not tonight."  

Nayeon shot her a knowing grin, revving her engine. "Let’s see about that."  

And just like that, the past didn’t seem so far away.  

The afternoon at JiMo’s Auto Shop was loud, engines roaring and wrenches clanking against metal. Jihyo barely looked up when another customer entered—tall, poised, and exuding wealth in a way that didn’t belong in a place that smelled of grease and gasoline. She smiled, professional as always.  

“Welcome. What can we do for you?”  

The woman—flawless makeup, a perfectly pressed designer coat—smiled in return, but it wasn’t friendly. It was the kind of smile people used when they knew they had the upper hand.  

“I’m looking for Nayeon,” she said.  

Jihyo blinked. Most people didn’t come here looking for Nayeon directly. They came for service, for car repairs, not for the mechanic herself. A faint alarm rang in the back of her mind, but she shrugged it off.  

“She should be here any second. Do you need anything in the meantime?”  

The woman glanced at her nails as if she hadn’t just walked into an auto shop full of oil-stained mechanics. “No. I’ll wait.”  

It didn’t take long. A few minutes later, Nayeon strolled in, brushing dust off her hands. The moment her gaze landed on the customer, she stopped mid-step. Momo, who had just entered with a receipt in hand, frowned at the reaction.  

A sharp scoff cut through the air.  

“Well. That was quick,” the woman said, tilting her head.  

Nayeon didn’t smile. Didn’t greet her. Instead, she turned to Jihyo. “Why am I here?”  

Jihyo blinked, now fully sensing the shift in the atmosphere. “She’s a new client.”  

Nayeon let out a humorless chuckle. “Is that so?”  

The woman stepped aside, motioning toward the car parked outside. “I need my car fixed.”  

Nayeon’s expression hardened the second she saw it. Momo and Jihyo both noticed. They exchanged a quick glance before Momo decided to break the tension.  

“I’ll, uh… let you two talk.”  

Jihyo hesitated, but Nayeon gave her a short nod. “It’s fine. Go.”  

With the two gone, silence stretched between them before Nayeon finally spoke, voice edged with restrained anger.  

“The fuck are you doing with Yoona-unnie’s car?”  

Irene—because of course, it was Irene—smiled in that taunting way she always did. “Oh. You remember.”  

Nayeon clenched her jaw. Of course, she remembered. The deep purple coupe, sleek and polished, still carrying the faintest scratch at the rear bumper—one she knew because Yoona had let her drive it once.  

“You know, Nayeon,” Irene said, circling the car, nails tapping against the hood. “If you don’t give in now, you know what he’ll do, right?”  

Nayeon’s fingers curled into fists.  

“He can flip this whole little auto shop of yours inside out.” Irene’s voice was light, casual, but the weight behind her words was suffocating. “You think he doesn’t know what you’ve been doing? Hiding away, playing mechanic like you don’t have an empire waiting for you?”  

Nayeon’s breaths were slow, controlled.  

“You should be thanking him,” Irene continued, tone silk-smooth. “He’s been so patient, waiting for you to come back and take what’s rightfully yours. But patience runs thin. If you don’t—”  

Nayeon cut her off. “If I don’t, what? He’s going to pull his usual bullshit?”  

Irene’s smile widened. “You know how he works.”  

Yeah. Nayeon knew. And she also knew Yoona was suffering under that man’s control. Their family company—one their parents had built—was hanging by a thread, simply because their father had insisted Nayeon needed time before stepping up. The moment she had left, their father had been firm: Nayeon will come back when she’s ready. She is the only one I trust to take over.  

But Yoona’s husband had other plans.  

He thought if Nayeon stayed gone long enough, if he could isolate Yoona enough, their family would cave and finally let him take full control.  

And now, sending Irene here? Bringing Yoona’s car as bait? It was a message.  

He wasn’t waiting anymore.  

Nayeon exhaled sharply. “Tell him he can go to hell.”  

Irene’s expression didn’t shift, but there was something sharper in her gaze now. “Be careful, Nayeon. He’s not the type to wait forever. You don't want everything your parents built to be put to waste don't you?”  

With that, she handed Nayeon the keys and walked away, heels clicking against the pavement.  

Nayeon stood there, jaw tight, staring at the car. The car a piece of her past had been thrown in her face.  

And for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t sure how long she could keep outrunning it.

It had been a week. A full week since that car was dropped off, and it hadn’t moved an inch.   

Jihyo and Momo had seen plenty of cars come and go through JiMo’s Auto Shop—some wrecked, some barely holding together—but never had one stayed like this. Never had Nayeon ignored a job completely. And yet, Yoona’s car sat there, untouched.  

At first, they gave Nayeon space. Everyone had their bad days, and Nayeon was stubborn. But as the days passed, it became clear that this wasn’t just stubbornness. It was something else.  

Momo glanced at Jihyo as they stood near the shop’s front desk, both eyeing the car in the garage. “Are we still pretending not to notice?”  

Jihyo sighed, arms crossed. “You know she won’t talk unless she wants to.”  

Momo hummed in agreement. “Yeah, but this is bad.”  

They both turned their heads toward Nayeon, who was currently leaning against a workbench, flipping through her phone as if there wasn’t a car haunting the garage behind her.  

Jihyo exhaled sharply. “We need to find the right time.”  

Momo snorted. “With Nayeon? There’s never a right time.”  

Still, they waited.  

Mina sat in her office, aggressively clicking through vintage car listings. Her morning should have left her relaxed—Seungwan had always been good at that. Instead, she was wound tight, her mind replaying that infuriating scene outside Seungwan's house.

That assistant. Standing there, practically drooling over Nayeon in her stupid tank top with those ridiculous tattoos on display. And Nayeon, just existing there, all grease-stained and insufferably attractive, like she hadn't just ruined Mina's perfectly good walk of shame.

She'd revved her engine harder than necessary leaving Seungwan's driveway. Childish, maybe, but the assistant's swooning had scraped against something raw in her chest. Something that had no business being raw after a satisfying night with Son Seungwan.

"A 1967 Ferrari 275 GTB/4?" Mina muttered to herself, scrolling past. "Too obvious." 

"Lamborghini Miura? No, everyone has those." She paused, then laughed at herself. "Everyone. Listen to me."

Her fingers drummed against her desk. The car needed to be special. Something that would require extensive maintenance. Something that would match the vintage appeal of that motorcycle Nayeon rode, the one that had no business looking that good parked next to her car this morning.

Then she saw it.

"A 1954 Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Alloy Gullwing." Her eyes widened. "Only 29 ever made."

The price made her wince. The estimated maintenance costs made her smile.

"It needs work," she reasoned with herself, already reaching for her phone. "Significant work. The kind of specialized attention only a professional could provide." She paused. "Oh god, I sound deranged."

What followed was a three-day spiral of international calls and barely concealed desperation.

"The 1954 Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Gullwing?" The collector in Monaco had laughed. "Half of Asia is after that car."

That should have deterred her. Instead, Mina found herself pulling out Seungwan's old contact list—the one she'd casually memorized during their brief affair because, well, you never knew when connections might come in handy. The fact that she was using it now to essentially stalk her mechanic was something she chose not to examine too closely.

"I'm losing my mind," she muttered, dialing another number.

"Completely," Dahyun agreed, lounging on Mina's office couch. "But continue. This is the most entertainment I've had all year."

Three more calls. Two rejected offers. One very interested collector in Switzerland who happened to mention—

"Son Seungwan has been trying to acquire this piece for months."

Mina's hand stilled on her pen. "Has she?"

"Quite persistent, that one. But she's been too... cautious with her offers."

Mina thought about that assistant's eyes on Nayeon, when Nayeon moved her bike. Something sharp and petty curled in her chest.

"What's your price?"

Dahyun sat up. "Mina, no—"

"Name it."

The number made Dahyun choke on her coffee.

But the collector wasn't finished. "The car requires specific handling. The shipping alone—"

"I'll arrange private transport. Temperature-controlled container. Full insurance." Mina was already pulling up contacts. "I assume you know Jung Jaehyun?"

A pause. "The shipping magnate?"

"He owes me a favor." Several, actually, but who was counting? "I can have his team there tomorrow."

Another pause. "That's... impressive. But there are other interested parties—"

"I'll double their highest offer."

"Mina," Dahyun hissed.

The collector cleared his throat. "Well. When can you transfer the funds?"

Twenty minutes later, it was done. The car would arrive in exactly nine days, requiring immediate attention from a skilled mechanic. Mina absolutely did not think about how Nayeon's hands would look on the gullwing doors.

Her phone buzzed. Seungwan.

That 300 SL I mentioned? Someone just swooped in and bought it. Paid double market value. Crazy, right?

Mina stared at the message, a mix of guilt and satisfaction churning in her stomach.

That's a shame, she typed back, the picture of innocence.

"Your gay panic is reaching new heights," Dahyun observed, watching Mina ignore three more messages from Seungwan. "You realize you just spent millions to make your mechanic touch your car?"

"It's an investment," Mina said primly.

"In what? Your future divorce settlement?"

"I could still fire you."

"You'd miss me too much." Dahyun grinned. "Besides, who else would help you justify spending the GDP of a small nation on car maintenance?"

Nine days. Nine days until the car arrived. Nine days to come up with legitimate-sounding mechanical issues that would require Nayeon's specific expertise.

"I need a drink," Mina announced.

"You need therapy," Dahyun corrected. "But let's start with the drink."

In Monaco, the collector hung up his phone and immediately called Son Seungwan.

"I don't understand. Isn't this the same Myoui Mina who asked you last year if premium gas was just 'regular gas wearing designer labels'?"

And in JiMo's Auto Shop, completely unaware of the international bidding war she'd inadvertently sparked, Nayeon was elbow-deep in an engine, wondering why rich people couldn't just be normal about their cars.

She'd find out soon enough.

-------

Jung Jaehyun's response was immediate: You need the best shipping team for a 300 SL? Consider it done. But you'll owe Kim Seokjin a favor—his company handles all our high-end transport insurance.

Mina barely hesitated. The name triggered something in her memory—wasn't he connected to that prominent Kim family? The same ones who'd recently been in the news? But the thought disappeared as quickly as it came. She had more pressing matters.

Whatever it takes. Just make it happen.

Seven days before the car's arrival, Mina was simultaneously handling international calls and researching "common problems with gullwing doors" on her phone under the conference table.

"And the quarterly projections?" someone asked.

Without missing a beat, Mina closed her browser tab titled 'How to Pretend Your Vintage Car Needs Repairs (WikiHow)' and pulled up the relevant charts. "We're exceeding expectations in all markets. The Asian expansion is particularly strong."

Her phone buzzed. Seungwan: So, about this sudden car interest...

Mina ignored it, but Dahyun, sitting beside her, caught the notification and smirked. She then glanced at Mina's notebook where 'Potential Car Issues' was written and aggressively underlined.

The list read:
- Strange noise from engine (be specific about noise?)
- Door alignment issues (technically true with gullwings)
- Definitely needs tune-up (do vintage cars need tune-ups?)
- Something with the suspension (look up what suspension is)

Another text from Seungwan: Remember when you said classic cars were just 'old cars with good PR'? 😘

"Miss Myoui," one of the board members leaned forward. "About the Kim Industries gala next month—"

"I'll be attending," Mina replied smoothly, while simultaneously typing 'how to tell if your car has suspension problems' into her phone. "Their expansion into tech markets aligns with our interests."

Seungwan again: Dinner tonight? We can discuss your newfound automotive passion 

Five hours later, Mina was sprawled on her office floor, surrounded by vintage car magazines and maintenance manuals. Dahyun sat at the desk, watching her boss—one of Asia's most formidable CEOs—mumble about engine timing.

"The shipping manifest needs your signature," Dahyun reminded her. "Also, Seungwan's called twice."

"Right." Mina stood, brushed off her designer suit, and transformed instantly into the composed CEO she was known to be. She signed the papers with elegant efficiency, coordinated three international deliveries, and approved a major acquisition.

Then immediately went back to googling 'what does a carburetor actually do???'

"Your duality is fascinating," Dahyun observed.

"Shut up and help me figure out if 'mysterious clicking sound' is too obvious."

Her phone buzzed. Jung Jaehyun.

The transport team needs clarification on the temperature control specifications. Also, Kim Seokjin is asking about the insurance premiums. Should I connect you directly?

Mina straightened, CEO mode activating. Within minutes, she had negotiated better terms for both the shipping and insurance, leveraged her position to secure priority handling, and somehow managed to make both Jaehyun and Seokjin feel like they'd won something in the deal.

Then she went right back to watching YouTube videos titled "Basic Car Parts (For Complete Beginners)."

Seungwan: Using Jung Shipping? You're really going all out to impress me 😉

"You do realize," Dahyun said, watching Mina aggressively ignore the message while scribbling notes about engine noises, "that you just closed a deal worth millions while sitting on the floor surrounded by car magazines?"

"Multi-tasking is a CEO skill," Mina replied primly, then frowned at her phone. "Do you think Nayeon would believe the transmission is making 'whooshing' sounds?"

"I think Nayeon's going to take one look at this car and know exactly what you're doing."

"Not if I'm convincing enough." Mina pulled up another tab: 'Common Vintage Car Problems (Wrong Answers Only).'

Another text: Playing hard to get with a 300 SL? That's new even for you.

Before Mina could block Seungwan's number (for the third time that day), her calendar alert popped up: Board meeting in 10 minutes.

She stood, smoothed her suit, and instantly transformed back into Myoui Mina, business mogul. The woman who could silence a room with one raised eyebrow, who had business publications debating her every move.

"How do I look?" she asked Dahyun.

"Like someone who hasn't spent the morning learning car parts on WikiHow while dodging their ex's texts."

"Perfect."

But even as she walked into the boardroom, projecting nothing but corporate confidence, her phone was open to: 'Vintage Mercedes Problems (Wrong Answers Only) (Part 2).'

Six more days until the car arrived. Six more days to become an expert in fake car problems while running an empire and avoiding Seungwan's increasingly flirtatious theories about her sudden interest in vintage automobiles.

Mina could do this. She was a CEO. She had negotiated billion-dollar deals. She had faced down the toughest business rivals in Asia.

Surely pretending to need car repairs couldn't be harder than that.

Right?

Her phone buzzed with a text from the Monaco collector: Miss Myoui, the car's previous owner mentioned some unusual engine sounds...

Mina sat up straighter. Finally, some actual material to work with.

Immediately followed by Seungwan: You know, if you wanted my attention, you could have just called

Mina dropped her head to her desk. Maybe the universe wasn't entirely on her side after all.

----

Two days before the car's arrival, Mina was reviewing acquisition proposals when Sana burst into her office.

"Emergency meeting in ten minutes," Sana announced. "The Singapore team needs your input on—" She paused, noticing the vintage car magazine hastily shoved under a stack of reports. "Since when do you read car magazines?"

"Market research," Mina replied smoothly, closing her browser tab titled 'Common Gullwing Door Problems (With Pictures).' "Looking into transportation sector investments."

"Hmm." Sana didn't look convinced. "Well, Tzuyu's waiting in the conference room with the projections."

Her phone buzzed. Kim Seokjin.

The insurance details are finalized. Your interest in vintage automobiles has certainly caught attention in certain circles. Perhaps we could discuss potential collaborations at the gala?

Another message, this time from Jaehyun: Car arrives tomorrow. The shipping team is prepared for the temperature-controlled transfer.

Mina had somehow turned her elaborate excuse to see a mechanic into a networking opportunity. She wasn't sure whether to be proud or concerned.

"Why is Kim Seokjin asking about you?" Tzuyu asked later, during their lunch break. "I heard his team's been coordinating with our office all week."

"New business venture," Mina said vaguely, while secretly googling 'what is a timing belt and why should I care.'

"And the meeting with Jung Jaehyun's shipping division?" Tzuyu pressed.

"Expanding our logistics network."

Dahyun, the only one who knew the truth, disguised her laugh as a cough.

Her phone lit up with a message from Seungwan: Heard you're making waves in the vintage car world. Missing our drives that much? 😉

Mina ignored it, but another one followed:

The same woman who said classic cars were 'outdated status symbols' is now the talk of collector circles. Should I be flattered?

"More business contacts?" Tzuyu asked, noticing Mina's expression.

"Something like that."

The next morning, Mina stood in her private garage as the transport container arrived. Jung Jaehyun personally oversaw the delivery, while Kim Seokjin's representatives handled the final insurance details.

"The Kim Industries gala next month," Seokjin's trusted regional branch agent mentioned casually. "I hear there's quite an interest in your sudden venture into automotive investments."

Mina maintained her professional smile. "I believe in diversifying interests."

Her phone buzzed with another text from Seungwan: Your new car's causing quite a stir. Dinner tonight? You can tell me what inspired this sudden change of heart. If you need a test drive, I can drive you and that car into oblivion.

"The paperwork's ready," Dahyun announced, saving Mina from having to respond. "And your afternoon is clear for the... mechanical inspection."

Mina ignored Dahyun's knowing look. "Thank you."

As the business associates finally cleared out, Sana poked her head into the garage.

"The Hong Kong team needs your—" She stopped, staring at the car. "Is that a—"

"I have a meeting," Mina cut in quickly. "Very important. Can't reschedule."

"A meeting," Sana repeated slowly. "With your new car."

"It's a business investment."

"Right." Sana's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Does this have anything to do with why you've been reading 'Vintage Cars for Dummies' under the conference table?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Mina grabbed her keys. "Dahyun, hold my calls."

"Even Seungwan's?" Dahyun asked innocently.

Mina's glare could have melted steel.

As she drove toward JiMo's, her phone buzzed one last time. Seungwan again:

You know, if you wanted me back, there are easier ways than buying my dream car

Mina turned off her phone. She had more important things to worry about.

Like remembering what sound a transmission was supposed to make.

And trying not to think about how a certain mechanic's hands would look on those gullwing doors.

Another morning at JiMo's, another day of her unnie's purple coupe sitting untouched in the corner. Nayeon had gotten good at pretending it wasn't there, even as its presence weighed on her with each passing hour.

"Heads up," Momo called out, poking her head into the garage. "You've got a new project coming in. Something special."

Nayeon didn't look up from the engine she was working on. "Define special."

"1954 Mercedes-Benz 300 SL Alloy Gullwing special."

That got her attention. Nayeon straightened, wiping her hands on a rag. "There are only twenty-nine of those in existence."

"Twenty-eight, technically," Jihyo corrected, walking in with a folder. "This one's number twenty-nine. Owner specifically requested you."

Something about Jihyo's tone made Nayeon narrow her eyes. "Who's the owner?"

Before either could answer, the distinctive sound of that particular engine filled the air. Nayeon would know that purr anywhere—she'd spent enough nights reading about these cars, back when...

She pushed the thought away.

"Mina," Jihyo said, watching Nayeon's reaction carefully. "You worked on her other car last month."

Ah. The drunk CEO. Nayeon remembered her—composed, demanding, can drive fast cars but can't manage her alcohol intake. The heiress.

"Since when does she buy vintage cars?" Nayeon asked, but she was already moving toward the garage entrance, drawn by the sound of that engine.

The car that pulled in was, quite simply, breathtaking. Perfectly maintained, every curve exactly as the original designs intended. But what caught Nayeon's attention wasn't the car—it was the woman behind the wheel, looking simultaneously completely in control and slightly terrified.

"Something's wrong with the transmission," Mina announced as she stepped out, all business-like confidence. "It's making a... whooshing sound."

Behind Mina's back, Jihyo and Momo exchanged amused glances.

"A whooshing sound," Nayeon repeated slowly, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. For the first time in days, the weight of Yoona's car felt a little lighter.

"Yes." Mina lifted her chin slightly. "And the doors might need alignment."

"The gullwing doors."

"Yes."

"That were perfectly aligned when the car was delivered this morning."

A faint blush colored Mina's cheeks, but she held her ground. "I'm very particular about door alignment."

For a moment, Nayeon just looked at her, this woman who probably didn't know a carburetor from a catalytic converter, yet had somehow acquired one of the rarest cars in existence.

"Well then," Nayeon said finally, and if her smile was a bit more genuine than usual, she'd blame it on the car. "Let's see about that whooshing sound."

The moment she popped the hood, though, something changed in her expression. Her hands moved over the engine with practiced precision, and there it was—a subtle irregularity in the rhythm, barely perceptible unless you knew exactly what to listen for.

"Start it again," Nayeon said, all traces of amusement gone.

Mina, who had been preparing another elaborate description of imaginary problems, blinked at the sudden shift in tone. She started the car.

Nayeon leaned in closer, her focus absolute. The engine purred—perfectly, to most ears—but there was something... 

"How long have you had this car?"

"It just arrived this morning."

Nayeon straightened, wiping her hands on her rag. "Previous owner mention anything about the engine?"

"Just some unusual sounds," Mina said carefully, watching as Nayeon's expression grew more focused. "Is something wrong?"

"Could be nothing," Nayeon muttered, more to herself than Mina. She moved around the car, her inspection now thorough in a way that had nothing to do with Mina's imagined problems. "But with these models..."

She trailed off, already reaching for her tools.

"What is it?" Mina asked, her manufactured car problems forgotten in the face of Nayeon's genuine concern.

"The timing's off. Just slightly, but with an Alloy Gullwing..." Nayeon shook her head. "These engines are particular. One small issue can cascade into something bigger if it's not caught early."

Momo whistled low. "Good thing she brought it to you then."

"Yeah," Nayeon said absently, already lost in the complexities of the engine. "This might take a while. And we'll need some specialized parts."

Mina tried not to look too pleased about this development.

"Regular maintenance checks would be wise too," Nayeon added, not looking up from the engine. "At least weekly, until I'm sure everything's properly adjusted."

Behind Mina, Jihyo covered her laugh with a cough.

"Weekly?" Mina asked, fighting to keep her voice neutral. "If you think that's necessary..."

"With these models? Absolutely." Nayeon finally looked up, and there was something almost soft in her expression—the kind of care reserved for machines this special. "You've got something rare here. Better to be thorough."

Mina nodded, trying not to think about how her ridiculous plan had somehow worked better than she'd intended.

"I'll need it for at least a few days," Nayeon continued. "Maybe longer, depending on how deep this issue goes."

"Take all the time you need," Mina said, perhaps a bit too quickly.

As Mina left to handle the paperwork with Jihyo, Momo sidled up to Nayeon, who was still focused on the engine.

"So," Momo started. "Weekly checks?"

"These engines are delicate," Nayeon defended, not looking up.

"Uh-huh. And the fact that the owner is—"

"The timing belt, Momo. Look at the timing belt."

Momo grinned but let it drop. After all, this was the most engaged they'd seen Nayeon all week. If it took a rare car with a mysteriously demanding owner to pull Nayeon out of her funk, well...

They weren't going to complain.

The Gullwing needed more than just engine work. By the third day, Jihyo was already drafting new security protocols.

"We can't keep it here," Jihyo explained, spreading out plans on the workbench. "Not with Jackson's collection taking up half the secure storage already."

Nayeon looked up from the engine, grease smeared across her cheek. "Where else?"

"I know a place," Momo offered. "Private garage, top security. We've stored Jackson's rarer pieces there."

"Miss Myoui?" Jihyo's voice came through Mina's phone just as she was finishing her last meeting. "We need to discuss security arrangements for your Gullwing."

Mina, who had been secretly hoping for an excuse to visit JiMo's, tried not to sound too eager. "I can stop by after work."

"Perfect. We've been reviewing our storage protocols, especially for collector pieces."

Two hours and three emergency board meetings later, Mina pulled into JiMo's. The garage was quieter in the evening, most of the day's work done. In the corner, she noticed that purple coupe that never seemed to move, gathering a thin layer of dust.

"Miss Myoui." Jihyo greeted her with a folder of documents. "Given the rarity of your car, we've been discussing additional security measures."

"Just Mina is fine," she said, trying not to obviously scan the garage for a certain mechanic.

"The thing is," Jihyo continued, "we're at capacity with our secure storage. Jackson keeps some of his collection here, and with your Gullwing..."

"I can move it elsewhere," Mina offered, perhaps too quickly. "If you have recommendations."

"Actually," Nayeon's voice came from behind them, making Mina's heart skip, "we have a better solution."

Mina turned to find Nayeon wiping her hands on a rag, casual in her work clothes, tattoos peeking out from under her tank top. She looked tired—Mina noticed the slight shadows under her eyes—but she still carried that easy confidence that had first caught Mina's attention.

"Home service," Nayeon continued, dropping the rag on a workbench. "We work with a secure facility fifteen minutes from your place. The car stays there, I come to you for maintenance."

"You?" Mina asked, aiming for professional interest rather than hopeful enthusiasm.

"Unless you'd prefer someone else," Nayeon shrugged. "But I've already started the timing belt adjustment."

"No," Mina said quickly. Too quickly. She cleared her throat. "No, you're fine. You should finish what you started."

Was that amusement in Jihyo's expression?

"We'll need to set up a regular schedule," Nayeon said, pulling out her phone. "These engines need consistent attention."

Mina, who had deliberately cleared her Tuesday and Thursday afternoons for the next month, nodded. "Whatever works for you."

They settled on twice-weekly checks. Mina pretended to check her calendar, as if she hadn't already blocked out those exact times.

"I'd like to be present," she added, trying to sound casual. "To learn more about the car's maintenance needs."

Nayeon raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Sure. Always good when owners take an interest."

Behind them, that purple coupe sat silently, gathering dust. Mina noticed how Nayeon's eyes flickered to it briefly, something unreadable crossing her features before disappearing.

"I'll have my assistant, Dahyun, coordinate with your office about access cards for the facility," Mina said, breaking the moment.

As Mina left that evening, she couldn't help but feel satisfied. Bi-weekly appointments, with legitimate reasons to be present—not bad for someone who'd bought a multi-million dollar car just to see more of her mechanic.

-----

Three weeks into their maintenance schedule, Mina was perched on a workbench, pretending to read reports while actually watching Nayeon work. She'd spent the morning googling engine parts just to have something intelligent to say.

"The timing belt seems—" Mina started, proud she remembered the term.

"Timing chain," Nayeon corrected without looking up, amusement clear in her voice. "The 300 SL uses a timing chain, Your Highness. Different from your Maserati."

Mina felt her cheeks warm. Of course she knew that. She'd read it just this morning. Twice.

"Right," she recovered, aiming for casual. "The timing chain. I was concerned about its... synchronization."

Nayeon's lips twitched. "Its synchronization."

"Yes."

"Any particular reason?"

"It's making a..." Mina frantically recalled her research. "A sequential clicking sound?"

This time Nayeon did look up, eyes dancing with mirth. "A sequential clicking sound. Interesting. And how exactly does that differ from a regular clicking sound?"

Mina opened her mouth. Closed it. Felt her face grow warmer.

"You know," Nayeon drawled, turning back to the engine with a knowing smirk, "for someone who regularly smokes Jackson's GT3 on the track, you're surprisingly concerned about very specific engine sounds."

"I'm just being thorough," Mina managed, trying to maintain her dignity while definitely not staring at the way Nayeon's arms flexed as she worked.

"Thorough," Nayeon echoed, that infuriating smirk still playing on her lips. "Is that why you've been reading 'Vintage Cars for Dummies' under your reports?"

Mina quickly shoved the book deeper into her bag. "It's market research."

"Uh-huh. And these twice-weekly checks are just professional diligence?"

"Exactly. Even it is you who suggested the schedule."

"I did. Even though you race your Maserati without a single maintenance check after a month?"

"That's... different. You fixed it remember?"

"Yes. I did. I know how it works. But how it's different?"

"The Maserati doesn't have a timing chain," Mina said primly, then immediately regretted it when Nayeon's grin widened.

"Actually, it does."

"Oh."

Jackson chose that moment to walk in after checking his rare collections, catching the tail end of their conversation. "Mina! You coming to the track tonight? Namjoon's back with some new—" He paused, looking between them. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No," Mina said quickly, just as Nayeon drawled, "Yes."

"Right..." Jackson's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, when you're done discussing... timing chains?, the usual crowd's meeting at eleven."

After he left, Nayeon turned back to Mina, that teasing glint still in her eyes. "So, any other engine parts you'd like to discuss? Perhaps the mysterious sequential clicking sound needs more investigation?"

"I have reports," Mina announced, gathering her things with as much dignity as she could muster. 

"Of course," Nayeon nodded solemnly. "Very important CEO things. Nothing to do with avoiding conversations about engine parts you googled this morning."

"Don't you have work to do?" Mina asked Nayeon, ignoring  how her heart skipped at Nayeon's laugh.

"Oh, plenty. These sequential clicking sounds are very serious business."

Mina managed to make it to her car before letting her head fall against the steering wheel. She was a CEO. She regularly destroyed competitors in meetings. She'd never lost a race to Jackson.

And yet here she was, reduced to blushing like a teenager because a mechanic caught her pretending to know about imaginary car engine terms.

-------

Mina arrived another night at the secure facility looking more CEO than usual—which, Nayeon had learned, meant she was exhausted. Her blazer was perfectly pressed, hair immaculate, but there was a tightness around her eyes that makeup couldn't quite hide.

"When's the last time you actually drove this car? Not to here, but really drove it?"

"I..." Mina paused, realizing she hadn't. Between meetings and her attempts to learn enough about engines to impress a certain mechanic, she'd forgotten the whole point of having the car.

Nayeon wiped her hands on a rag, decision made. "The parts we ordered won't be here until next week, and there's nothing that needs immediate attention." She tossed Mina the keys. "Drive."

"What?"

"There's a coastal road about thirty minutes from here. Less traffic, better views." Nayeon headed for the passenger side. "Come on, Your Highness. Even CEOs need breaks."

"You want to..." Mina's brain short-circuited slightly. "With me?"

"Well, I'm not letting you test drive alone when you've spent the last month googling basic car terms instead of actually enjoying this machine."

"I haven't been—" Mina stopped at Nayeon's raised eyebrow. "Fine. But I know how to drive."

"Oh, I know. I've seen you with the Maserati." Nayeon's smile turned teasing. "Let's see if you can handle this one as well as you handle making up engine problems."

The drive started quiet, Mina hyperaware of Nayeon beside her, relaxed in a way she never was during their maintenance sessions. The city thinned out, buildings giving way to glimpses of ocean.

"Turn here," Nayeon directed, and suddenly they were on a road Mina had never seen, winding along cliffs with the sea stretching endless beside them.

"How did you—"

"Used to drive this route," Nayeon said simply. Then, with a hint of challenge: "Though usually faster."

Mina's competitive streak flared. "Is that so?"

"Careful, Your Highness. Wouldn't want you to strain that timing chain you're so worried about."

The engine's purr deepened as Mina accelerated, and she could have sworn she heard Nayeon's breath catch slightly.

"Not bad," Nayeon admitted. "Though your gear shifts could be smoother."

"My gear shifts are perfect."

"Vintage engines require a gentler touch," Nayeon explained, leaning slightly closer than strictly necessary to guide Mina's hand on the gear shift. "Not like your Maserati. You can't just—"

"I know how to drive," Mina interrupted, trying to focus on the road and not on Nayeon's proximity.

"Sure you do. That's why you nearly grinded the gears back there."

"I did not—" Mina started, then caught Nayeon's knowing smirk. "That was intentional. I was testing the... transmission response."

"Transmission response," Nayeon echoed, clearly amused. "Like at Seungwan's place when you revved your engine so hard the entire driveway shook?"

Mina tensed. "You saw that?"

"Hard to miss." Nayeon shrugged, casual as ever. "I was finishing up maintenance on her collection when her assistant mentioned about my motor blocking your car. She's very attentive though."

The car swerved slightly.

"Careful, Your Highness."

 "I mean, I don't care about... Wait, you service Seungwan's cars?"

"Frequently," Nayeon said, then added with devastating nonchalance, "Though I usually don't see you there. Except that one morning when you were practically running down the stairs."

Mina's cheeks burned. "I wasn't running. I was... efficiently descending."

"Efficiently descending," Nayeon repeated slowly, laughter in her voice. "Is that what we're calling it?"

"The assistant," Mina said before she could stop herself. "She's always there?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Very interested in the mechanics of things." Nayeon's tone was deliberately innocent. "Always asking questions, maybe it comes to have a boss who collect vintage cars.."

Another slight swerve.

"You know," Nayeon commented, steadying the wheel with her hand over Mina's, "for someone who races professionally, you're surprisingly affected by conversation..."

"I'm not affected," Mina said primly, not hyper fixating about how Nayeon's hand still on hers. "I just think it's unprofessional to... hover."

"Like you're doing with made-up car problems?"

Mina tried to focus on the driving lesson and not on how Nayeon was definitely laughing at her internally.

----- 

The bi-weekly maintenance checks had somehow evolved into something else entirely. Between Mina's made-up engine problems and Nayeon's increasingly obvious enjoyment of them, they'd fallen into a rhythm neither was willing to acknowledge.

And somehow, between talks of turbochargers and the best tires for speed versus grip, they started talking.

Not just about the car, but about things around it.Nayeon managed to have Mina engage even when Mina started it with car terms she just studied that morning.

Mina learned that Nayeon was obscenely good at tuning engines by ear alone. Nayeon learned that Mina could name cars by the sound of their exhaust but never boasted about it.

They tested the car together, under the pretense of checking adjustments—but every run became longer, the conversations more effortless. Mina stopped googling car terms quite so desperately, and Nayeon's teasing grew softer, more fond.

Tonight, they were parked at their usual spot overlooking the city, the engine cooling after another "necessary" test drive. Mina had long since given up pretending these drives were about car maintenance, but old habits died hard.

Nayeon turned in her seat, studying Mina with newfound amusement. "Is this how rich people like you flirt?"

Mina's carefully prepared engine terminology scattered. "Excuse me?"

Nayeon smirked, shifting in her seat. "One good drink would've been enough. You've already seen me almost naked." A pause, as if to let it sink in, then a wicked glint in her eye. "If you wanted to know what's underneath, take me to dinner."

Mina's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

This asshole.

But Mina wasn't going to let her win this time.

So, with every ounce of poise she had, Mina let out a small scoff, turning to face Nayeon fully, head held high.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted dinner or a drink first," she said smoothly, tilting her head. "So I figured a car would do its thing."

Silence.

Then—

A chuckle. "Well, damn." Nayeon grinned, impressed. "I like that one."

Mina turned back to the wheel, biting back a smirk.

Good.

Two honks cut through the quiet of Nayeon's night. She was already in her sleep clothes, hair damp from a shower, when she opened her door to find Mina leaning against her car. The CEO was dressed in expensive sweats and an oversized hoodie—a stark contrast to the composed, ruthless image she usually presented.  

Nayeon leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, amusement flickering in her eyes. “The mysterious black Maserati racer wears this during races?”  

Mina glanced down at herself, unfazed. “What's wrong with that? I race better when I’m comfortable.”  

“Nothing wrong at all,” Nayeon smirked. “Nice win, by the way.”  

“Thanks.” Mina twirled her keys between her fingers. “Want to know where I go after?”  

“What?”  

“You asked last week,” Mina said, looking at her expectantly. “Why I always honk twice and disappear. Get in, and I’ll show you.”  

Nayeon raised a brow. “Just like that?”  

“Just like that.” Mina’s voice was calm, but there was something beneath it—something softer. “Unless you’re already in bed, old lady?”  

Scoffing, Nayeon turned back inside. “Give me two minutes to change. Some of us aren’t naturally blessed with looking good in sweats, *Your Highness*.”  

“You think I look good?” Mina called after her.  

Nayeon just waved her off, smirking as she disappeared.  

True to her word, she reappeared minutes later in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, her hair still damp at the ends.  

Mina’s eyes flickered over her before she caught herself. “You looked fine before.”  

“Oh?” Nayeon’s smirk widened as she walked over. “Been checking me out in my pajamas?”  

“Get in the car before I change my mind.”  

Nayeon chuckled, sliding into the passenger seat. “This is a nice change from you pretending your perfectly fine car needs weekly maintenance.”  

Mina’s grip on the wheel tightened. “I do not—”  

“You do,” Nayeon’s voice was warm with amusement. “But it’s cute. All that research about car parts just to spend time with me.”  

“I’m going to push you out of this car.”  

“While it’s moving? How scandalous. The headlines would love that—*CEO dumps mechanic on highway after racing victory.*”  

Mina pressed harder on the gas, but the slight curve of her lips betrayed her. “You’re insufferable.”  

“Yet here you are,” Nayeon gestured around, “picking me up after your big win. I’m touched, *Your Highness.* Really.”  

The drive settled into quiet, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Mina navigated familiar roads, her thoughts tangled.  

After a while, Nayeon glanced out the window. “This is your mysterious post-race spot?”  

They had pulled up to a secluded overlook, the city lights sprawling below like scattered diamonds.  

“Did you expect an underground victory party?” Mina asked, shutting off the engine.  

“Kinda, yeah.” Nayeon stepped out, taking in the view.

Mina exhaled, then, as if deciding something, unbuckled her seatbelt and pushed open the car door and stepping out.

“The night you found me,” Mina cut in suddenly. “Beside this car, in front of the auto shop.”  

Nayeon turned, the shift in tone catching her off guard.  

“I was here first,” she admitted, The night breeze was cool against her skin. “Drinking. Before I ended up at the shop.”  

The playfulness drained from Nayeon’s expression. “Mina…”  

“I come here to think,” Mina murmured, walking toward the front of the car. She rested her hands lightly against the hood, eyes on the city below. “After every race. About what ifs and could’ve beens.”  

Nayeon stayed quiet, watching her carefully. Then, slowly, she moved to stand beside Mina, their shoulders almost brushing. Not forcing anything, just there.  

“What was that day?” she asked gently.  

Mina hesitated, fingers curling slightly against the cool metal.  

“The anniversary,” she finally said. “Of when I lost her.”  

Silence stretched between them, heavy but not suffocating.  

“Your best friend?” Nayeon asked softly.  

Mina’s sharp inhale was answer enough.  

“I was driving,” Mina murmured. “It wasn’t my fault. But it was my car. I was driving her. And she never made it to the hospital.”  

The words hung between them. The city lights flickered below, a stark contrast to the darkness of the memory.  

Nayeon let the silence breathe.  

Mina exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”  

A beat.  

Then, softly: “Maybe because I’ll listen.”  

Mina finally turned to look at her.  

And what she saw—it wasn’t pity. It wasn’t discomfort.  

It was understanding.  

Like Nayeon knew loss.  

Like she carried ghosts too.  

Mina swallowed. “I don’t talk about her.”  

Nayeon nodded. “Okay.”  

And that was it.  

No advice. No empty words. Just acceptance. 

Mina exhaled, something in her chest loosening just slightly.  

And for the first time in years, it didn’t feel like she was here drinking to forget.  

---

It was getting late when Mina finally spoke again.  

“Come over.”  

Nayeon blinked. “What?”  

Mina kept her face neutral, even as her pulse betrayed her. “You’re always around my car. Might as well see the garage that comes with it.”  

Nayeon’s eyes flickered with something unreadable. Then, she grinned. “Your Highness, is this your way of asking me out?”  

Mina rolled her eyes. “Just get in the car.”  

But as Nayeon slid into the passenger seat, she didn’t miss the way Mina’s fingers clenched slightly against the wheel.  

Like she wasn’t sure why she’d done this.  

Like she wasn’t sure if she regretted it already.  

---

The drive back was quieter, but it wasn’t heavy. The kind of silence that settled between people who didn’t need to fill the space.  

Mina’s grip on the wheel was steady, but her mind wasn’t. Nayeon’s presence beside her was *too easy*, like she had always belonged there—lounging in the passenger seat, body turned slightly toward Mina, one knee bent up comfortably.  

When they arrived at the penthouse, Mina parked in the underground garage, shutting off the engine. She hesitated for a second before stepping out, waiting for Nayeon to follow.  

The ride up was silent. The elevator reflected their mismatched states—Mina in her expensive sweats, hood pulled over her head, Nayeon still in her ripped jeans and sleeveless black shirt, the loose leather jacket now draped over her arm. The lighting cast subtle shadows over her tattoos, the ink curling along her arm and dipping beneath the open sides of her shirt. The dragon stretched down her ribs, disappearing just beneath the waistband of her jeans, barely visible above the band of her boxers.  

Mina caught herself staring.  

Nayeon caught her too.  

“What?” Mina muttered, pulling down her hood as the elevator doors opened.  

Nayeon grinned, stepping out first. “Nothing. Just making sure you get your fill, *Your Highness.*”  

Mina exhaled sharply through her nose, pushing past her. “You’re ridiculous.”  

---

Inside, the penthouse was just as Nayeon expected—sleek, pristine, every detail intentional. But despite its size, it lacked warmth, like a place meant to be lived in but not lived in.  

“You live here alone?”  

Mina hesitated, tossing her keys onto the counter. “Dahyun stays over sometimes.”  

“And the others?”  

A pause.  

Then, something tight. “The others don’t get to.”  

It was a quiet confession.  

Nayeon, for once, didn’t tease. She walked over to the marble counter, grabbed the bottle of wine Mina had left out from before, and poured two glasses. “Drink?”  

Mina exhaled, running a hand through her hair before taking one. “Thanks.”  

They settled onto the couch, the city humming softly outside, the warm glow of the skyline spilling into the room.  

At some point, Nayeon stretched out, head resting against the armrest, eyes half-lidded. She had shrugged off her leather jacket earlier, draping it lazily over the back of the couch. The dim lighting illuminated the ink curling along her arm, intricate patterns shifting with each slow breath.  

Mina’s gaze traced the designs, her fingers moving before she could think twice.  

She hesitated for just a second—then, softly, she reached out, fingertips skimming over the ink.  

Nayeon’s eyes flickered open, but she didn’t move away.  

Mina’s lips parted slightly, as if about to apologize—  

But Nayeon just let her.  

Let her touch. Let her stay close.  

Mina’s fingers trailed absentmindedly, following the dragon’s form along Nayeon’s arm, her touch featherlight. The ink was warm beneath her fingertips, stretched over smooth skin and firm muscle.  

“You sure you don’t want one?” Nayeon asked, her voice low, teasing.  

Mina hummed, her fingers still tracing along Nayeon’s arm. “I don’t think I’d suit one.”  

“You would,” Nayeon countered easily. “Something simple, maybe down your ribs. Or your wrist.”  

Mina scoffed. “Oh, sure. Very CEO of me.”  

“You say that like you don’t have a whole other life outside boardrooms.”  

Mina rolled her eyes. “Fine, if I *did* get one, I’d go with something fun.”  

Nayeon arched a brow. “Fun?”  

Mina finally pulled her hand away, smirking. “Maybe a dolphin on my ankle. Real edgy.”  

Nayeon let out a loud, sharp laugh. “Jesus, Your Highness, don’t ever do that.”  

Mina grinned. “Why not? You said I’d suit one.”  

“Yeah, not that.” Nayeon shook her head, amused. “You’re rich, Mina. If you get a bad tattoo, people are going to assume it *means* something.”  

Mina leaned back, faux-serious. “And what if I *want* people to think I have deep personal ties to an ankle dolphin?”  

Nayeon groaned dramatically, grabbing a pillow and smacking Mina with it.  

Mina laughed, catching it before it could hit her face. “Asshole.”  

“You’re the one ruining your billionaire mystique with sea creatures.”  

Mina scoffed, shoving the pillow back at her. “You’re impossible.”  

The room settled back into quiet, Nayeon sinking deeper into the couch, her eyes flickering shut again. Mina finished the last sip of her wine, watching her for a moment longer than she should have.  

After a while, she stood, stretching.  

Nayeon cracked one eye open. “Kicking me out already?”  

Mina shook her head, retreating into her bedroom. “Stay if you want.”  

Nayeon raised a brow at the unexpected offer, but Mina was already walking away.  

She sighed, rolling onto her side, expecting the door to close behind Mina.  

But instead—  

A rustling sound.  

Something soft landed on her stomach.  

She blinked down at it.  

A folded hoodie. And sweatpants.  

Nayeon snorted. “So this is how you flirt?” she called out.  

No answer.  

But in the dim quiet of

the penthouse, she could still hear the faintest sound of Mina chuckling as she disappeared into her room.  

Nayeon held up the hoodie, amused.  

Still warm.  

She smirked, tugging it over her head.  

“Goodnight, Your Highness.”  

Mina never asked people out. People asked her.

Yet here she was, standing in JiMo's Auto Shop, deliberately avoiding looking at Yoona's untouched car in the corner as Nayeon leaned lazily against a workbench, twirling a wrench like she wasn't about to ruin Mina's entire existence.

"So," Mina began, carefully neutral. "Dinner."

Nayeon glanced up, that knowing smirk playing on her lips - the same one that had seen through Mina's reckless driving that night. "I've heard of it."

Mina exhaled sharply. "I'm asking if you'd like to have dinner. With me."

Silence.

A slow blink from Nayeon.

Then—a dangerous, infuriating smirk.

"You're asking me? Not ordering? That's new."

Mina's fingers itched to strangle her. "Yes."

Nayeon set her wrench down, tilting her head. "The great Myoui Mina, actually asking for something?"

"Would you prefer I didn't?"

Nayeon chuckled, wiping grease from her hands. "No, no. I just like seeing you drop the CEO act."

Mina scoffed. "Are you coming or not?"

"Sure," Nayeon's eyes flickered briefly to Yoona's car before returning to Mina with forced lightness. "But I'm picking the place."

Mina lifted an eyebrow, expecting some run-down bar.

She was not expecting a street food stall by the Han River.

Mina stared at the plastic stools, the steam rising from bubbling pots, the scent of tteokbokki thick in the air. "This is—"

"Perfect," Nayeon finished for her, already sliding onto a stool with practiced ease, like she belonged everywhere and nowhere at once. "Come on, Your Highness, live a little."

Mina sat down stiffly, the bench slightly unstable beneath her designer pants.

She was not built for this.

But then Nayeon handed her a skewer, eyes alight with unfiltered amusement. "Don't overthink it. Just eat."

And Mina did.

The spice burned her throat, the warmth seeped into her chest, and for the first time, she laughed.

Nayeon, startled but pleased, leaned back and smirked.

"See? I am a good date."

Mina rolled her eyes. "I never said this was a date."

Nayeon just smirked wider.

-----------

Mina took over the second never-said-it-was-a-date.

"Allergies?" Jihyo blinked at her phone, reading Dahyun's text. "Why does your boss need to know if Nayeon has allergies?"

Momo peered over her shoulder, then grinned. "Oh, this is going to be good."

Meanwhile, in Mina's office:

"I just need to know if she has any dietary restrictions," Mina said without looking up from her tablet, pretending not to notice Sana and Tzuyu exchanging gleeful looks from the couch.

"For a business dinner?" Dahyun's voice dripped with amusement.

"Yes."

"That's why you've had me reschedule three meetings?"

"The timing needed to be perfect."

"And why you personally visited that tailor yesterday?"

Mina finally looked up, expression flat. "Do you want to be fired?"

"You already threatened that this morning," Tzuyu noted dryly.

"And last week," Sana added cheerfully.

---

At JiMo's:

Nayeon stared at the garment bag Jihyo just handed her. "What's this?"

"Apparently," Jihyo couldn't hide her smirk, "you have an appointment at Jung's Tailoring in an hour. Your time has been 'compensated for the inconvenience.'"

"My time has been what now?"

Momo snickered. "Someone's trying to dress you up."

Nayeon unzipped the bag, revealing an expensive suit that probably cost more than her monthly earnings. Her fingers traced the material with an familiarity she carefully didn't show.

"Myoui Mina doesn't do anything halfway, huh?"

"First time I've seen anyone get you to say yes," Jihyo mused. "Usually you just turn them down with that annoying smirk of yours."

Nayeon's lips curved into said smirk. "Maybe I just like seeing a CEO squirm."

--------

Le Noir reservation is confirmed, Dahyun reported, watching as Mina adjusted her earring for the third time. The chef personally assured me about the seafood situation since you mentioned Nayeon's slight shellfish sensitivity.

Mina smoothed the fabric of her dress, her movements controlled but a touch more meticulous than usual. "And the wine?"

"The '82 is being decanted as we speak." Dahyun paused, fighting a smirk. "Though, from what Jihyo tells me, Nayeon usually drinks beer."

Mina shot her a look. "I am aware."

"Are you also aware you've checked your phone six times in the last minute?"

Mina didn’t dignify that with a response, but Dahyun’s knowing gaze lingered.  

Then the office door burst open.  

"Oh my god,"Sana gushed, eyes widening. “Is that really our mechanic?”

Mina turned.  

And stopped.  

Because there was Nayeon, leaning against the doorway with that easy confidence that always made something tighten in Mina’s chest.  

The tailored suit fit her obscenely well—sharp in all the right places, but worn just casually enough to still be unmistakably her. The sleeves were rolled just enough to reveal a hint of tattoo, the top buttons undone like an afterthought, collar slightly loose against her throat. She looked effortlessly expensive, like the kind of person who belonged in a place like this but didn’t care enough to act like it.  

And she was smirking, as if fully aware of the way Mina’s gaze had faltered for just a second too long.  

"Finally dressed appropriately for the mighty CEO's office," Nayeon drawled, gesturing at herself. "No more scandalizing your employees with my grease-stained existence."

Mina exhaled through her nose, forcing herself to maintain her usual composure. "You look... presentable."

Sana, however, had no such restraint. She circled Nayeon, unabashedly appraising. "Wow."

"Different from fixing my car last week," Tzuyu added, leaning against Dahyun’s desk with a smirk.  

“What, the overalls don’t do it for you?" Nayeon shot back smoothly, before turning to Mina with a knowing grin. "Though some people seem to like both looks, don’t they, Your Highness?"

Mina, who had been trying very hard *not* to stare at the way the suit jacket framed Nayeon's shoulders, cleared her throat. "I like to ensure my dinner companions are comfortable."

“Oh, is that what we're calling it dinner companions?" Dahyun muttered under her breath.  

Mina shot her a sharp look, but Dahyun just grinned.  

Nayeon, meanwhile, let her gaze drag over Mina—this time, without a hint of teasing.  

The dress was different from Mina’s usual structured work attire. Sleek, but softer. Fitted but not rigid. The deep emerald color was dangerous against her skin, catching the light as she moved.  

Oh, Nayeon thought. She did this on purpose.

But she didn’t say anything.  

Not yet.  

Instead, she smirked and reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone. "Hold on, let me take a picture. JiMo’s Auto Shop will never believe I cleaned up this well."

Sana laughed. "You should frame it. Historic moment."

Nayeon glanced at Mina. "That depends. You planning on keeping me in suits, or do I get to keep wearing my overalls?"

Mina lifted her chin. "That depends on how often you plan on having dinner with me."

For the first time, Nayeon's smirk faltered—just slightly.  

Mina smiled. Small.Self-assured.  

And for once, Nayeon didn’t have a comeback.  

------

Le Noir was exactly what Nayeon expected - crystal chandeliers and leather-bound menus. She hid her smirk as the maître d' pulled out their chairs, catching Mina's subtle glances that were clearly watching for any sign of discomfort. Nayeon felt a twinge of unease, not from the opulence, but from the secret she carried.

"You don't have to look so worried," Nayeon teased, settling into her chair with a casual grace that belied her inner tension. "I promise not to embarrass you by using the wrong fork."

Mina scoffed, but her eyes kept trailing back to how the suit's collar framed Nayeon's neck, to the way she seemed to occupy the space like she belonged. "I'm not worried," Mina insisted, though her gaze lingered on Nayeon's every movement.

"No?" Nayeon picked up the wine list, scanning it with feigned nonchalance. "The '82 is a good choice, by the way. Though personally, I prefer the '79." She knew every vintage by heart, a remnant of a life she tried to keep hidden.

Something flickered across Mina's expression - curiosity, suspicion - but before she could question it, Nayeon reached across the table and plucked the menu from her hands.

"Since you went through all this trouble learning about my allergies," her eyes danced with mischief, "let me order for both of us."

The sommelier approached, and Mina expected Nayeon to defer to him. Instead, she watched as Nayeon discussed vintages with an ease that hinted at a familiarity beyond her mechanic's facade. Her usual playful demeanor shifted into something more refined, though her eyes still held that hint of perpetual amusement.

"Surprised?" Nayeon asked after he left, catching Mina's stare.

"You fix expensive cars," Mina said carefully. "I assume you pick things up."

Nayeon's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Something like that."

The courses arrived, each one more elaborate than the last. Yet what caught Mina's attention wasn't Nayeon's comfort with the setting - it was how she made it feel less formal, less stiff. How she could turn a Michelin-starred restaurant into somewhere that felt... almost intimate.

"You know," Nayeon said, casually stealing a bite from Mina's plate like they were back at the street food stall, "most people are trying to impress me."

Mina raised an eyebrow. "And I'm not?"

"No," Nayeon's gaze softened slightly. "You're trying to match me. There's a difference."

Mina hesitated for a moment before asking, "So, a lot of JiMos' clients have taken you out?"

Nayeon leaned back in her chair, a playful smirk on her lips. "Well, you're not the first to ask, but you're definitely the first I said yes to."

Mina blushed at the implication, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. 

Nayeon's eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned in slightly. "Oh, Mina, you have no idea how many times I've sat in this very restaurant, with Jackson and some of our friends, bored out of my mind, wishing I was anywhere else." She paused, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But with you? It's like the whole place lights up."

Mina felt a rush of warmth at Nayeon's words, her heart fluttering in her chest. But before she could respond, Nayeon continued, her tone teasing. "Though I must admit, I'm a little disappointed."

"Disappointed?" Mina echoed, her brow furrowing.

"Yes," Nayeon said, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "I thought you'd be more... creative in your attempts to impress me."

Mina's eyes narrowed playfully. "I am not trying to impress you," she insisted, though her voice lacked conviction.

"No?" Nayeon's smile widened, and she reached across the table, her fingers lightly tracing the back of Mina's hand. "Because I think you are. And I think it's adorable."

Mina's breath hitched at the touch, a shiver running down her spine. She felt a mix of warmth and frustration, wanting to both pull her hand away and lean into the touch. "You're impossible," she muttered, but there was no heat behind her words.

Nayeon chuckled, her thumb gently circling Mina's skin. "And you're blushing," she pointed out, her voice soft and teasing. "It's cute."

Mina's cheeks flushed deeper, and she tried to glare at Nayeon, but the effect was ruined by the smile tugging at her lips. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I do." Nayeon admitted, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "But then again, weirdly I always enjoy our time together."

Mina's heart did a somersault at the sincerity in Nayeon's voice, the warmth in her gaze making her feel both cherished and exasperated. It has been a frequent sight lately, but it still takes her breath away. With another deep breath, trying to steady herself, the sensation of Nayeon's touch lingered, awakening something deep within her.

-------------

The air between them grew thick with unspoken promises, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Mina's breath quickened, and she felt a surge of desire, a longing to close the distance between them.

Nayeon's hand lingered on Mina's cheek, her thumb gently caressing the soft skin. She leaned in closer, her voice a low murmur. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Mina's eyes met Nayeon's, and she saw her own longing reflected back at her. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes," she whispered.

Mina signaled for the check, and within moments, they were stepping out into the cool night air. The city lights cast a soft glow over everything, and Nayeon's hand found Mina's, their fingers entwining naturally. They walked in silence, Mina booking a restaurant near her apartment is an information Nayeon will not blame her for. The tension between them growing with each step, until they reached the door to Mina's apartment.

As Mina fumbled with the keys, Nayeon stood close behind her, one hand resting lightly on her waist. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down Mina's spine, and she could feel Nayeon's breath on her neck, soft and steady.

Once inside, Mina turned to face Nayeon, her heart pounding in her chest. Nayeon's eyes were dark with desire, but there was a playful glint in them as well. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the curve of Mina's jaw, her touch feather-light.

"You look absolutely stunning tonight, Your Highness," Nayeon murmured, her voice filled with appreciation. "It's almost a shame to ruin such a perfect image."

Mina's breath hitched at the words, a shiver of anticipation running through her. "Nayeon," she whispered, her voice filled with need.

Nayeon smiled, a slow, teasing curve of her lips. "Patience, Mina," she said softly, her fingers trailing down to the collar of Mina's dress. She toyed with the fabric, her touch light and maddeningly slow. "We have all night."

Mina's hands reached for Nayeon, but Nayeon caught them, holding them gently in her own. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice a playful command. "I want to savor this."

Mina let out a frustrated sigh, but her eyes were filled with desire and longing. "You're teasing me," she accused, though there was no real complaint in her voice.

"Maybe a little," Nayeon admitted, her smile widening. She leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Mina's ear. "But you love it," she whispered, her breath warm against Mina's skin.

Mina shivered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "Nayeon, please," she begged, her voice filled with desperation.

Nayeon pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement and desire. "Please what, Your Highness?" she asked, her voice low and teasing. "You have to tell me what you want."

Mina's cheeks flushed, but she held Nayeon's gaze steadily. "I want you to touch me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to stop teasing and just... touch me."

Nayeon's smile softened, and she leaned in to press a soft kiss to Mina's lips. "Like this?" she murmured, her voice a playful whisper.

Mina shook her head, her breath coming in short gasps. "More," she pleaded. "I need more.", her hand clenching the edge of Nayeon's suit, where she's allowed to hold, she closed her thighs together, feeling her core squelching with nothing.

Nayeon's hands moved to Mina's waist, her touch firm and possessive. She pulled Mina closer, their bodies pressing together. "Like this?" she asked, her voice a low murmur.

Mina's hands gripped Nayeon's shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of her suit. "Yes," she gasped, her voice filled with relief and desire. "Yes, like that."

Nayeon's lips found Mina's once more, their kiss deep and passionate. But even as she kissed Mina, her hands moved with maddening slowness, tracing the curves of Mina's body, teasing and tantalizing. She slowly began to unzip the back of Mina's dress, the fabric slipping down inch by inch, revealing more of Mina's skin.

Mina moaned softly, her body arching against Nayeon's touch. Nayeon's fingers traced the line of Mina's spine, moving lower to her waist, then up to her chest, circling the fabric of her lace bra but never quite touching where Mina needed her most. Mina's breath hitched as Nayeon's lips moved to her shoulder, kissing and nipping gently, then trailing up to her neck.

Nayeon's thigh pressed between Mina's legs, applying just enough pressure to make Mina gasp, but not enough to satisfy her growing need. Mina tried to grind against her, seeking friction, but Nayeon shifted, preventing her from getting the relief she craved.

"Nayeon," Mina groaned in frustration, her hands gripping Nayeon's collar harshly. She began to unbutton Nayeon's suit, her movements hurried and desperate, tugging it the expensive fabric.

Nayeon chuckled, clearly enjoying Mina's frustration. "Your Highness, calm down," she murmured, though her tone was playful and mocking. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she reveled in the control she held over the situation.

Mina's breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled with Nayeon's suit, her fingers trembling with need. "Why is this so hard to unbutton?! You're driving me crazy," she muttered, her voice filled with exasperation and desire.

Nayeon's firm hands moved to Mina's hips lowering it gripping her ass, holding her firmly in place as she continued to kiss her slowly, sucking gently on her neck. Mina's body arched against her, seeking more contact, more friction, but Nayeon kept her movements controlled, deliberate.

"Nayeon, please," Mina begged, her voice filled with desperation. She tugged harshly at Nayeon's suit again, clearly her frustration growing with each button she managed to undo. "Fuck this quality material!"

Nayeon couldn't believe her eyes at Mina's impatience. Nayeon's suit was roughly half-unbuttoned now, maybe missing a button or two, revealing glimpses of her skin, but she showed no sign of rushing. Instead, she pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire and amusement. "You want this off?" she asked, her voice a teasing whisper.

"Yes!" Mina hissed, her eyes filled with determination. "Take it off. Now. Fuck."

Nayeon smirked, her fingers moving to the remaining buttons of her suit. She began to unbutton it slowly, her movements deliberate and tantalizing. Mina watched, her breath catching with each button that came undone, her arousal growing with every reveal of Nayeon's skin. She feels she going to come even without Nayeon touching her at this point.

"Is this what you want, Mina?" Nayeon asked, her voice low and teasing. She let the suit fall open, revealing more of herself, but still not enough to satisfy Mina's growing need.

Mina's eyes were filled with desire, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with longing. "Yes, that's what I want."

Nayeon's smile was playful, but her eyes were filled with heat. "Then come and get it," she murmured, her voice a challenge.

Mina's eyes flashed with determination, and she surged forward, her hands gripping the lapels of Nayeon's suit. She pulled it off her shoulders, her movements hurried and desperate. Nayeon chuckled, clearly enjoying Mina's eagerness, but she didn't resist.

As the suit fell to the floor, Nayeon's hands found Mina's waist, pulling her close once more. Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and the tension between them grew, the teasing giving way to a deeper, more urgent need.

Mina's hands roamed over Nayeon's body, exploring every curve, every line, her eyes have only seen and now able to trace the toned muscle of every inch of Nayeon's heated body, her touch filled with desperation and desire. Nayeon's hand held Mina's face and moved it to face her, finding Mina's lips once more, their kiss become sloppier and messy filled with all the tension and need they'd been holding back.

Mina's hands, trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation, found their way to Nayeon's belt. With a swift tug, she pulled it free from the loops, the leather sliding smoothly against the fabric. Nayeon watched her, a smirk playing on her lips, clearly enjoying the sight of Mina's eagerness and vulnerability.

As Mina went to toss the belt aside, Nayeon caught her wrist, her grip firm yet gentle. "Not so fast," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. Before Mina could react, Nayeon had looped the belt around Mina's wrists, securing them together.

Mina's breath hitched, her eyes widening in surprise. Nayeon looked at her, a question in her gaze, seeking permission. Mina nodded, her cheeks flushed with arousal and anticipation. The trust between them was implicit, and Nayeon's eyes softened with a mix of desire and tenderness.

With Mina's hands bound, Nayeon stepped back, her eyes roaming over Mina's body. Mina stood in the middle of her living room, her breath coming in ragged gasps, lips swollen, hair disheveled, red marks splayed over her neck and chest, her dress barely clinging to her body. The bra was almost slipping, revealing the curves of her breasts waiting to be nipped, sucked by the smirking mechanic before her, and her underwear was clearly soaked, a testament to her arousal.

Nayeon, half-naked, stood before her, her chest exposed, her shoulders and arms marked with scratches from Mina's earlier frustration, the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin on full display demanding to be bitten, bruised, oh god Mina can't wait to trace the artwork. Every line, every curve of her body was a testament to her harsh and manual work at the autoshop, the strength and firmness, and she offered herself to Mina, completely and without reservation.

"You're so beautiful, Your Highness," Nayeon murmured, her voice filled with awe and desire. "Absolutely breathtaking. I can't wait to taste you."

Mina's breath caught in her throat, almost came as her body ached with need. She could feel the intensity of Nayeon's gaze, the heat of it burning into her skin, setting her nerves alight.

Nayeon stepped closer, her hands reaching out to cup Mina's face. She leaned in, her lips brushing softly against Mina's. "Tonight," she whispered, her voice a low promise, "I'm going to make you feel everything. I'm going to make a mess out of you, over and over again, until you can't take it anymore."

Mina's eyes fluttered closed, her body already melting at the words. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with lust and passion, setting her ablaze. "Please, Nayeon. I need you."

Nayeon's hands moved unzipped Mina's dress the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor, leaving Mina standing in just her undergarments. Her fingers traced the lace of Mina's bra, teasing the edges, before slipping it off her shoulders, revealing her to the cool air.

Mina gasped, her body arching against Nayeon's touch, seeking more contact, more friction. Nayeon's lips moved to her neck, kissing and sucking gently, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her hands moved lower, tracing her chest, circling around her breast, intentionally missing her anticipating nipple, hardened at every touch, cupping its curve, hovering over but not touching, Nayeon's hands continues to moved down to her  stomach her muscles getting tight at the touch,  deepening through the flare of her hips, before slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear, feeling the slick between her legs. 

"You're so wet, Your Highness." 

Mina moaned softly, her body trembling with need. Nayeon's fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasing and tantalizing, building the tension between them to a fever pitch.

"Let's go to your bedroom," Nayeon whispered, her voice husky with pent up desire. She effortlessly picked Mina up, feeling Mina's legs wrap around her waist. Mina let out a soft laugh, nervous yet excited.

"You're weird, suddenly your laughing." Nayeon asked, grinning as she carried Mina to the bedroom.

"At least I'm not the only one, you're so eager," Mina teased, her voice muffled against Nayeon's cheek. "You don't even let me walk and you don't know my bedroom."

Nayeon only responded once Mina's body was on the mattress. "You won't complain about it tomorrow when you can't even move, I've been here one time oh I clearly know where" she said, her tone playful yet serious. She repositioned them in the center of the bed, her body hovering over Mina's, admiring her from above.

Mina wanted to reach up, to hold onto something for support, but with her hands bound, she could only grip the sheets beneath her. She felt a mix of vulnerability and excitement, knowing she was finally giving in to her desires for Nayeon.

Nayeon's gaze dropped to Mina's lips, watching them as she lowered her face towards Mina's neck, starting to kiss it languidly and slowly. She felt Mina's body react, shivering beneath her, hands tightening on the sheets.

"I'm never gonna get tired of this," Nayeon murmured against Mina's skin, her words making Mina shiver even more. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"such a charmer, stop it," Mina whispered, feeling flustered yet incredibly aroused.

"I'm just telling the truth," Nayeon stated, not waiting to let open-mouthed kisses trail over Mina's sensitive spot between her neck and ear.

If Nayeon didn't have her hand bound she would have felt Mina's nails digging into her back by now adding to the scratches earlier. As it was, she felt the scratches through the poor fabric of her bed, a testament to Mina's desperation. Nayeon continued the slow rhythm of her mouth on Mina's neck, alternating between open-mouthed kisses and gentle bites, until she decided to leave a single hickey on her throat.

Pulling away, Nayeon held her weight on her arms, looking down at a flustered, heated, and gasping Mina, who was trying to pull her down again by a whimper, begging for the gap between them to disappear.

"I'll take this off for you," Nayeon said, making Mina sigh, as Nayeon pulled the only clothing left of her body, the soaked underwear exposing her bare before the mechanic she's been all over for the past months. Finally seeing her, fully.

Nayeon's eyes lingered on her, on her exposed breasts,  stomach, and soaked core, a smile spreading across her face.

"Good girl," Nayeon whispered,  the praise made Mina shiver with delight. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"Nayeon remove this please?" Mina whispered, referring to the belt binding her now reddened wrists. "I want to touch you, please let me touch you." The begging came unprovoked, it turned Nayeon on even more.

"Okay, Your Highness since you said please."

Once her hand was released, Nayeon kissed both of her wrist and checked if it was bruised, it made Mina's heart flutter, very unfitting, in the most sexual position they are in, Nayeon in between her legs, her now soaked suit pants touching Mina's sensitive core and nipples, as Nayeon wrapped her arm around her to remove the belt.

One of Mina's hands moved up to Nayeon's nape, gripping her hair as she watched Nayeon lower herself to be face to face with her breasts.

Nayeon started leaving a few chaste kisses over her exposed clavicle, moving all over her skin but ignoring her breasts.

Until she looked up briefly, making eye contact with Mina as she was already looking down at her, and stuck out her tongue to lick one of her nipples.

Mina's hips moved up instantly, being too sensitive with her nipples and so worked up already, but biting her lower lip while still looking at Nayeon, waiting to see how she was going to make her come.

Nayeon continued with their eye contact, until she decided licking her nipple wasn't enough, closing her eyes and wrapping her mouth around it.

Mina started gasping low but heavy, her gaze never leaving the sight of Nayeon practically devouring her breast, her hand still gripping her nape and the other one making its way to Nayeon hair.

While she was still mouthing her nipple, Nayeon's left hand started moving down her stomach, going down her belly button until it reached her fingers feeling Mina's soaked folds.

"You're so silent, Your Highness." Nayeon murmured over her nipple.

Mina's hands tightened on her head, her sounds going from gasps to low and shy whimpers as the mechanic's expert fingers were going up and down her folds slowly. "you're going so soft for me asshole."

Nayeon chuckled over her now over sensitive nipple. "I'm enjoying my dinner. just let me."

"fuck. Nayeon please..." she begged, not even knowing what she was begging for, Nayeon's palm lightly pressed on her clit.

Nayeon ignored her pleading voice, just pulling away from her stimulated and swollen nipple to go reach the other, wrapping her mouth again and moving her tongue slowly.

They kept that slow rhythm for a few minutes, until Nayeon's two fingers made her way inside her slowly, making Mina bite her lower lip and letting out a single moan.

Nayeon liked how Mina's inner walls squeeze her fingers the wave of pleasure, making herself whimper around her nipple.

Nayeon reminded herself she needed to make Mina come at least a few more times, her teeth made her way around her nipple briefly, Mina moaned at that, Nayeon taking note that she liked a bit of pain on  sensitive nipples.

Her fingers were still moving slowly, but she made sure they were also curling up to reach Mina's most sensitive places and her palm was pressed with more intensity against her clit.

It didn't take long for Nayeon to start feeling Mina's body start to tremble, knowing she was reaching her orgasm as she couldn't control neither the gasps that were going out.

When she finally reached it, her hands tightened around Nayeon's head, making Nayeon to just stay still while her fingers still worked her up.

The sounds of Mina coming apart again filled the room, low gasps and a single high pitched whimper when she was finally spent.

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Mina lay on the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation and need.

Every time she had to take a breath, she gasped instead, her chest heaving with the intensity of her emotions. Nayeon, still half-naked in her suit pants, loomed over her, a mix of tenderness and dominance in her gaze.

"What is it?" Nayeon asked softly, her lips brushing against Mina's neck, sending shivers down her spine. Her hands moved slowly down Mina's exposed sides, tracing the curves of her body until they reached her sensitive core.

"What are you going to do?" Mina whispered, her voice laced with both curiosity and desire. She knew what Nayeon was thinking, but she wanted to hear it, to let the words ignite the fire within her.

Nayeon followed the path of her hands with her lips, kissing her way down to Mina's stomach, her tongue dancing around her belly button. She looked up at Mina, her eyes filled with hunger and adoration.

"I'm going to eat you up... okay?" Nayeon murmured, her voice a low promise that made Mina's body tremble with anticipation. She kissed her way down slowly, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire on Mina's skin, until she reached her core. She moved to the inside of Mina's thigh, positioning herself between her legs.

"But what about you?" Mina asked between gasps, her body already trembling with need. She was practically naked, while Nayeon was still partially clothed.

"You can do that later, I am worked up just by giving you pleasure," Nayeon replied, her voice husky with desire. She continued to kiss and nip at Mina's inner thigh, her breath hot against Mina's sensitive skin. "Just enjoy this, Your Highness."

Mina's reply was interrupted by a low whimper as she felt Nayeon's tongue against her folds, moving up slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel her body responding, her hips lifting slightly to meet Nayeon's touch.

Nayeon's hands slipped under Mina's thighs, wrapping around them, holding her in place as she began to explore her with her tongue. Mina's eyes fluttered closed, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her.

She could already feel how sensitive her clit was, every touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. Nayeon's tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, building the tension with each passing moment.

"Fuck, Nayeon..." Mina gasped, the sound of Nayeon's name on her lips making her shiver with desire. Nayeon moaned against her folds, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through Mina's body.

Mina's legs trembled, her body already feeling like jelly from the overstimulation. She decided to give in completely, closing her eyes and letting the sensations wash over her. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her body arching against Nayeon's touch.

They continued like this for what felt like an eternity, Mina's gasps and the wet sounds of Nayeon's mouth against her core filling the room. Nayeon's tongue moved in and out of her entrance, maintaining a slow, torturous rhythm that drove Mina to the brink of insanity.

At one point, Mina's sounds became louder and more erratic, her body trembling with the need for release. Nayeon looked up, her eyes locking with Mina's, and she saw the desperation and pleasure reflected in her gaze.

"Let me hear you, Your Highness," Nayeon murmured, her voice a low command. She stretched one hand up to take Mina's arm, intertwining their fingers, never breaking eye contact.

Mina whimpered, her body trembling on the precipice of orgasm. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet completely safe in Nayeon's hands. Her eyes locked with Nayeon's, and she let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm washed over her, her body convulsing with the intensity of her release.

Nayeon continued to lavish attention on her, her tongue and lips working tirelessly to bring Mina to the heights of pleasure again and again. Mina's body was a jelly mess, her senses overloaded, her mind a haze of desire and need. She clung to Nayeon, her anchor in the storm of sensation, her body trembling with each wave of pleasure.

As the night wore on, Nayeon kept her promise, her touch and kisses relentless, driving Mina to the brink of pleasure again and again. Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the window, Nayeon brought Mina over the edge one last time, her body convulsing with the force of her release. Mina cried out, her voice filled with relief and ecstasy, her body trembling in Nayeon's arms.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Mina collapsed against Nayeon, her breath coming in short gasps. Every nerve ending felt raw, oversensitive from hours of Nayeon's relentless attention.

"Look at you," Nayeon murmured against her temple, voice rough but tender. "The mighty CEO, completely undone."

Mina wanted to bite back with something sharp, but her body felt too liquid, too spent. Instead, she managed a weak, "Shut up."

"Make me," Nayeon challenged softly, fingers tracing idle patterns on Mina's back. Then, more quietly, with a hint of genuine awe, "You're stunning like this."

"Don't get cocky," Mina mumbled into Nayeon's neck, trying to hide how those words made her chest tight.

"Too late." Nayeon's familiar smirk was audible in her voice, but her touch remained reverent, like she was memorizing every inch of skin beneath her fingers. "Though I have to say, Your Highness, the way you beg—"

Mina bit down on Nayeon's collarbone in retaliation, earning a sharp inhale that melted into a low chuckle.

"Careful," Nayeon warned, voice dropping lower. "Or we'll start all over again."

"As if you could handle it," Mina challenged, even as her eyes grew heavy.

Nayeon just hummed, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Get some rest. We can test that theory later."

Mina smiled weakly, her eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion claimed her. "Fuck you, Nayeon," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I just did. Nayeon tried to say but her arms tightened around her, holding her close as sleep took them both.

The night had been intense, a whirlwind of passion and desire, and as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their connection deepened, leaving them both feeling cherished.