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╰┈➤ a few busy days went by which left y/n in her current situation; taking a break from working on one of the motorcycle's in the shop and basically falling half asleep. her father was behind the desk, filling out paperwork and he saw this through the door that connected the garage to the waiting room. his attention was refocused to the front door when there was a knock against the glass. he looked up to see suna with his helmet held against his hip by his arm.
her father walked towards the door, opening it since he previously locked it after their closing hours. "goodnight, mr. l/n." suna greeted. "hello to you too, suna. i heard about the accident that happened a few weeks ago, how have you been holding up?" he asked.
suna nodded, holding up his cast. "doing well actually. I'm just glad i get to take this off soon." her father gave him a nod and there was a lingering silence that suna refused to fill. her father had a look on his face that showed silent words that wouldn't form audibly. "everything alright, mr. l/n?" suna finally questioned, worry beginning to linger within his being.
"yeah, just glad you and y/n are okay."
suna nodded to him before a small smile appeared on his lips. he took a seat on the couch in the waiting room, placing his helmet next to himself. "hey suna," the dad called as he walked back over to the area behind the counter. suna acknowledged him with a curious gaze. "you mind taking y/n home? i dont trust her to ride home in her state."
"what kind of state? is she okay?"
"yes she fine. just been working all day and helping me out. i know she has to be tired right about now." suna nodded before standing. "yeah, of course. she's in the garage, right?" the man nodded and suna stood before taking steady steps into the area where y/n was. he was quiet on his feet and y/n seemed to have headphones over her ears so she wouldn't have heard him regardless. she was sitting on a stool, inspecting the motorcycle part in her hand that she seemed to have been installing on the bike infront of her.
suna's hand guided around her neck, his palm agaisnt her throat before tilting her head back for her to look up at him. she wasn't frightened at all, and suna gave her a questioning look. "you knew it was me?" he asked.
