His skin was too tough to crawl under.
His walls were too high to climb.
His mind was too black to see.
His true heart was too far to reach.
It was as if he locked himself away deep in his own dungeon designed to be his personal asylum with only...
You didn't get your phone at all yesterday, so you were seriously hoping to get it today. You brought your black 2022 Lincoln Navigator Black Label SUV to ARMY Mechanics located in the middle city because your engine kept overheating and you didn't have the tools to fix it yourself.
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You spoke with the hot guy at the front desk about the arrangements and paperwork you needed to sign. He had brown hair like chocolate, his eyes were thinner than what you usually see around Busan, he had dimples on his friendly face, and his little name tag said "Kim Namjoon."
"I will ask for the key and we will get started right away. Luckily for you, we don't have a lot of business today, so you should be able to come pick it up by tomorrow." Namjoon claimed positively.
You smiled at the good news and removed the car key from your keychain, giving it over to Namjoon.
"Oh! And I was told to give you something. Don't move. I will be right back."
Namjoon disappeared through the door behind him before you could say anything. You blinked.
While you waited for the desk worker to return, you gazed through the window at the workshop on the other side, watching the mechanics do their thing. There was one standing beneath a lifted silver car doing maintenance who had blond hair with pink highlights. The one behind him had his head under a black hood and was reaching inside and fixing something, his dark locks looking familiar to you, but you couldn't see his face behind his long bangs. And lastly, there was a mechanic with dirty blond hair working on an engine in the corner, right on the other side of the glass from you.
The engineer lifted his head and noticed you. Like Namjoon, he was stunning. He had soft, grey eyes and plump pink lips. His face was so elegant. You exchanged gazes with him. He lifted a hand covered in black powder and waved at you with a gentle eye smile. You smiled and waved back. You quickly read that the tag on his black t-shirt was labeled "Park Jimin."
Namjoon came back out and placed an object on the counter.
"My phone!" You exclaimed in surprise excitedly.
You took the phone and glanced at the notifications covering your background. Your screen was full of them, but you didn't really care about them very much, then unlocked it to check a few things.
"How did you get it?" You wondered.
"A friend of mine found it and gave it to me to pass on to you. He said you were looking for it yesterday. Not sure how he knew you would be here, though." Answered Namjoon honestly.
"A friend?"
"Yeah. I've known that motorhead since college. He's always had his head under a car hood and his dirty hands tweaking parts. He really knows his stuff."
"Does he work here?" You asked curiously.
"Sure he does." He confirmed easily. "His department is miscellaneous, so you can request him specifically if you want. He'll make it real quick."
