For You ;; yuyeon

Up on the asking

Jeon Soyeon is in her father's garage.

It is one o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon and she is there because her father asked her to do an overhaul on a car engine and see if it could still do any good — the answer is yes, that's why she is still there, after all, repairing the pieces that were out of place and trying to untwist what was crooked. There are some things missing and she's writing them down in the notebook she found around the living room to tell Byeonghwa exactly what to buy later.

The door is open, fully raised, and the producer is wearing baggy jeans and a white tank top because it's a hell of a heat today, the sun is not giving the city any rest; her skin is all sweaty. And dirty too, due to the spilled oil and the pieces that were stained with grease.

Still, she is at peace, enjoying her own company while nothing heavy walks through her thoughts and too happy for the silence that surrounds her, like the antisocial human being Minnie always claims her to be.

If this is how not having social skills feels like, though, she accepts her sentence.

However, as always, her peace is not predestined to last long and soon the blonde realizes it; when her name starts to be shouted in the middle of the street so determinedly that everyone with ears can hear it. The tone of voice is enraged, firm and sounds like someone who Soyeon has been in contact with before.

She doesn't even have to take her eyes off the piece in her hands to know who it is.

Song Yuqi, the girl who is still screaming and attracting the attention of all the housewives on the street is on the sidewalk, walking in a hurry to reach her victim, her arms dangling at her sides as her loose, messy hair flies carefree.

The jeans shorts and light pink shirt she wears makes her look like a cartoon character, and in Soyeon's point of view, who looks at her only when the girl is already at the other side of the garage, stretching out with her uncontrolled breathing, she looks like a little angry rat. It's cute.

"You do car stuff."

The blonde frowns. "What?"

"You!" Yuqi screams again, her words exhaling her rage. "You do car stuff, Jeon Soyeon!"

"I'm not quite sure if this sentence makes sense, Song Yuqi "

"You can fix cars!"

"My father is a mechanic... You realize that, right?"

Soyeon leaves the object she holds on the wooden bench in front of her and turns to face her uninvited guest and crosses her arms. But her defiant stance doesn't help at all because Yuqi takes her gesture as an opportunity to get closer, looking like a hurricane when she does so, stopping inches away from the rapper's body.

"I'm not talking about your father, I'm talking about you! You can fix cars, but instead of fixing your car when I was driving you, and I know you were a hundred percent capable of doing that, you preferred to spend hours with me in a roadside diner!"

She has a point, she has a really good point, and, even though Soyeon knows it, she won't admit it.

She raises her eyebrows. "And your statement is?"

"It was on purpose!" The girl shouts. "You, the great Jeon Soyeon, actually wanted to spend time with me."

"You're delusional," her smile, even if small, doesn't let Yuqi believe it.

There is a minute of silence between them and it is so comfortable that Soyeon unfolds her arms, accepting that Yuqi's warmth is getting even closer, forcing her to raise her face to continue with her focus. They don't take their eyes off each other and use them to flirt, a little dispute to decide who will give in first, who will say something; who will make a move.