I’m so ambivalent about cars. I mean, I drive a 2005 Chevy Aveo with 195,000 miles because I’ve decided to drive it until it dies and see if I can save enough to buy an entire car before it bites the dust. I’m over half way to the Subaru Crosstrek I’ve been eyeing. (But the end point changes, I can never stick with a choice)
Everything after that first sentence of this post was meaningless garbage. Now back to why I mentioned not really caring about cars…
I LOVE TOP GEAR. SO MUCH. Why? Why! Why? It makes me care about cars, but only ones that cost over £200,000!
hi! how about a mechanic!seokjin? Namjoon broke his car more instead of fixing it? lol
“Do I even want to ask?”
A soft blush dusted Namjoon’s cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck, eyeing the dark-haired mechanic sheepishly. Though the two of them had grown up together, Seokjin always had been the more handy one. Being able to fix things had always come so naturally to him that it didn’t surprise Namjoon when he decided to open up his own shop. And as for Namjoon…well, klutz wasn’t a strong enough word. Jinx? That seemed more appropriate. Because no matter what it was, if he was being honest, it never took long for Namjoon to accidentally break something.
Which brought his thoughts back to why he was here. Sitting in front of the two was Namjoon’s 2005 silver Chevy Impala. It’s hood was missing and a waft of awful smelling smoke rose up from somewhere in the back of the engine. And that wasn’t even the worst part. He had somehow managed to crack his windshield and break one of his headlamps. Did he also mention he had a flat tire?
“I thought I could fix it myself. The videos made it look really easy,” he finally admitted.
Seokjin frowned, shoving a dirty grease rag into the back of his jumper. “You do realize you could have just called me, right?” He circled the car slowly, running his experienced fingers along the sleek surface.
Seokjin rolled his eyes and finally came to a stop in front of Namjoon. “When it comes to cars, it’s never bothering me, especially if it’s you.”
Namjoon’s stomach fluttered just a little, and he braved a small smile.
With a shake of his head, Seokjin grabbed Namjoon’s shoulders and steered him over the front of his car. “Now. Let’s see what we can do,” he said with a smile.
Klutz wasn’t a strong enough word. Jinx seemed more appropriate. But if he was being honest, it never did take long for Namjoon to break something, especially when he knew a certain dark-haired mechanic would fix it…
Sorry for being so dang cheesy >///< but I hope you liked it! Thank you for sending something in^ ^