Summary: The infamous Hak's Garage, owned by well-respected technical expert Ju Haknyeon and financed by the retired underground drag racer Lee Sangyeon. Hak's Garage is an inconspicuous daytime automotive garage that offers your average vehicle tuning and modification. It's during the nighttime when the place starts to let loose and becomes the go-to spot for anyone and everyone who has an inkling of fascination for cars.
Tags: Underground street racer!AU for The Boyz
Last Updated: February 14, 2024
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A compilation of timestamps not necessarily meant to be precursors to the main storyline
Sneak peek on a Twilight!Au Younghoon draft Iâm editing right now
This one is for @momhwa-agenda đ
Had this one in the drafts for so long but I kinda lost interest and time to work on it, but weâre back and better than ever after my Olympic Peninsula road trip
i found this so iâm taking it and tagging my pookies â â„ïž
The deepest green in a seemingly infinite forest
At the end of your story, everything may not be perfect or even the way the readers may want it to be, but everything will be okay. The ending is what your characters need, not necessarily what they want. You know how to write strong plots that are able to perfectly balance the right mixture of pain and lightheartedness. Writing tropes is one of your favorite things to do and yet somehow your take on it is always something so unique and original it'll make your readers jaws drop.
i think this is accurate⊠thatâs how others have described my writing is like. if you know me iâm not one for happy ending but a realistic endings enthusiast (or as realistic as you can get with fan fiction lol).
tags â⥠â. @aenify @arafilez @blue-jisungs @eternalgyu @from-izzy @loserlvrss @mayariviolet @sanaxo-o @slytherinshua @welcometomyoasis && anyone who wants to join !
thank you for always including me vesper đ« love this one!!
The smooth beige of a handwritten letter
Every piece of writing you put out is a love letter to both your characters and your readers. Each word is carefully planned and placed to have the most impact possible. After finishing reading a piece of yours, your readers often will have a warm feeling in their chest and a lightheartedness that stays with them for the rest of the day.
i would say that this is accurate. i started writing because of school but at the same time, i wrote to escape reality. most of my characters and their paths are based off real-life events, and the 'what if's. i do hope i have that ability to bring a long-lasting warm feeling đ„č
Your writing is so powerful that itâs able to break your readersâ hearts and put them right back together. Every phrase has a deeper meaning to it. Exploring the depths of human emotion is one of your strongest and most beloved skills as a writer. Cliffhangers appear often in your writing, much to the chagrin of your readers, and the opening of the following chapter always has them on the edge of their seat. The angst and pain is well worth it for the ending is always lovely.
Not sure how accurate this is hmm
Tagging: @aimeecarreros @daisyvisions @winterchimez + anyone whoâd like to do this!!
Your writing is a comfort that your readers didnât really know they were missing. It has a deeper meaning that may be missed by some of your readers but adored by the ones lucky enough to find it. Poetic language drips from your pages like honey, a sweet solace for every reader. Your words welcome all with open arms, encompassing them in a warm embrace that they simply melt into.
thanks for the tag @snowflakewhispers <3
tagging my best and my favorite @kitschun baka naman đ€ and anyone who is interested in this quiz feel free!
The pitch-black night sky that is devoid of any stars and the moon
Words are your weapons and you know the exact way to wield them. It's taken you time to learn your practice, but oh does your expertise show. You're able to create works with thousands of words to them and yet each word is completely necessary to your story. Every word is like a knife and all of your endings are like a painful stab wound right to the heart.
Sounds about right haha thank you for the tag @momhwa-agenda đ€
thanks for the tag, yumi!! this was super cute hehe some no pressure tags!: @winterchimez @justalildumpling @polarisjisung @lotties-readings @mosviqu @jaehunnyy @bless-311 @zzoguri @yunhoszn @kimsohn @yrqrnc
WARNINGS: Angst, comfort, make-up sex (MINORS DNI)
SUMMARY: Two weeks have passed and you still haven't spoken to Sangyeon since that fight. Since you told him you wanted to take a break. Deep down you wanted to talk things over, finally set things straight. You loved him you always have, and so did he. Now it was just a matter of swallowing your pride and making things right with him.
A/N: This felt like a real breakup tbh. I had a concept in mind and I was really in the feels for this...I always am. It's Lee Sangyeon, since when was I normal about him? Then one day I got caught in the rain, on my way home after doing some errands, and I got the ideas on what to write for this piece. Special shout out to @kitschun who talked me through the angsty delusions. Reminding me that opposites attract.
You glance at the clock and sigh. It's been two weeks since you and Sangyeon decided to take a break from your relationship. The emotional distance had grown too vast even before you decided to take time off each other, and the gnawing suspicion that he might be cheating on you only worsened things. You stare at your phone, the urge to call him battling with your pride. But before you can decide, a text notification pops up. It's Sangyeon.
"Can we meet? We need to talk."
You hesitate, your heart racing. Finally, you type back, "Okay. Where?"
âWould you have agreed to go to my apartment then?â Sangyeon counters, his voice still gentle but with an edge of frustration. âI know youâre angry at me, Y/N. Iâve known in the years weâve been dating, and I knew inviting you to talk things out at my place would have made you feel trapped and forced.â
"Then why the text?" you snap back, the frustration bubbling up. "You can't just expect things to go back to normal after everything."
"Because itâs killing me, Y/N," he says, his voice low. "After that fight we had and you told me you needed space, what was I supposed to think? That it was the end? That we couldnât talk things over?"
A lump starts to form in your throat. Your anger hasnât subsided, but you feel it in your heartâyou want to fix things. The fact that Sangyeon is here, pleading once more to mend the relationship, both uplifts and tears at you. You clear your throat, attempting to control the tears that threaten to pour out.
"SangyeonâŠI needed to know if you were seeing someone else," you manage. âIâve been feeling so inadequate around youâŠyouâre just so perfect, kind, and lovingâŠyet it sometimes feels like the whole universe doesnât consider us a good fit. In the process, I started to think that you would cheat on me.â
Sangyeon purses his eyebrows together, shutting his eyes. Even he was starting to fight his own tears. "Y/N, I swear I would never cheat on you. How could you think that?"
"How could I not?" you counter, your voice rising. "Weâve both been so busy with work and life, I didnât know how to tell you about this. You treat me like Iâm your world, but I canât help but think Iâm so selfish for inconveniencing you with my insecurities! And donât even get me started on that old classmate of yours at the reunion who seemed to be your picture-perfect idea of a girlfriend. What else was I supposed to think?"
"It's not what you think," he says, running a hand through his hair. He reaches for your hand, but you move away from him, the action making Sangyeonâs blood run cold.
âY/N, sheâs just a classmate. Youâre perfect the way you are.â
Your anger simmers, but doubt begins to creep in. "You could have told me."
"I know," he admits. "I should have. But I didn't want to worry you, since you also had a lot on your plate."
âWell, you could have. You could have reassured me that we were still going strong, that you still loved me.â
âYeah, and Iâm not a mind-reader all the time! Sometimes I canât figure you out unless you talk to me,â he fires back, his anger finally rising to the surface. Neither of you pay attention to the thunder rumbling outside, which somehow matches the tension between you two.
âThen tell me! Tell me to my face right now Iâm a burden to you!â
Sangyeon shakes his head "Why did I even botherâŠthis was a mistake," he mutters, but you manage to hear what he says.
You feel as if a rug was pulled from under your feet, your body starts running cold. You sniff, surrendering to the tears that begin to pour down your cheeks.
He follows you outside, and that's when you realize just how hard the rain is pouring. The streets are close to flooding, the water rising ominously at the edges of the sidewalks.
"Y/N, you can't go home by yourself in this weather," he insists, grabbing your arm. "It's too dangerous!"
"I'll be fine!" you snap, pulling away. You open your umbrella, but the wind is so strong it nearly blows it out of your hand.
"Please," he says, his voice softer now. "Let me walk you home. I don't want you to get hurt."
You hesitate, the anger still simmering but less intense now. Reluctantly, you nod. "Fine. But don't think this changes anything."
He takes the umbrella from you, holding it above both of your heads as you start the walk back to your apartment. The rain is relentless, the wind whipping around you, making it difficult to see where you're going.
"Be careful," Sangyeon warns as you navigate the slick streets. "Watch your step."
"Yes, I know, Sangyeon!" you snap, but there's no real venom in your voice. It's hard to stay angry when you're both struggling against the elements.
A particularly strong gust of wind nearly tears the umbrella from his grip, and you both wind up laughing as you fight to keep it steady. It's ridiculous, really, trying to stay dry in this downpour.
"This is hopeless!" you say, shaking your head. "We're going to get soaked no matter what."
He chuckles. "Might as well embrace it, right?"
You glance at him, surprised by his change in attitude. Despite everything, you can't help but smile. Maybe it's the absurdity of the situation, or maybe it's the way he's looking at you, but for a moment, it feels like it used to. Before the arguments, before the doubts.
The rain intensifies, and soon you're both drenched, your clothes sticking to your skin. The umbrella is practically useless now, but you cling to it anyway, more out of stubbornness than anything else.
As you near your apartment, the wind picks up even more, and you struggle to keep hold of the umbrella. Sangyeon steps closer, taking it from you completely.
"Let me," he says, his voice gentle. "You're going to hurt yourself."
You let him, the small gesture chipping away at the last of your resistance. By the time you reach your building, you're both laughing, breathless from the effort of fighting the storm.
"That's not how I pictured our moment in the rain to pan out," Sangyeon says with a wry smile.
You roll your eyes. "What do you mean? When I told you about that fantasy of dancing and then kissing in the rain, you scolded me and said I would get sick."
"Yeah, I did," he admits, a small smile playing on his lips. "But itâs something I remembered."
His words catch you off guard, a flutter stirring in your stomach. You hadn't expected him to remember that conversation, let alone mention it now.
"Come on," you say, feeling a sudden warmth despite the cold. "You can wash up and stay here until the rain dies down."
He nods, and you both head upstairs to your apartment. Once inside, you peel off your soaked jacket and shoes, shivering from the chill. Sangyeon stands awkwardly in the hallway, dripping water on the floor.
"You can use the bathroom first," you say, pointing him in the right direction. "The towels are in the cabinet."
"T-thanks," he says, his voice soft. Yet, Sangyeon doesnât move an inch and instead looks at you as if heâs been holding something back.
You hesitate for a moment, then turn around and say, âOkay wait. Itâs too soon butâŠlook, youâre drenched and I donât want you getting sick, so what ifâŠâ
âNo, Y/N, you can go first, it's okay,â he assures you, but there's a flicker of something in his eyes.
âI meantâŠwe could clean each other up,â you suggest, the invitation catching you both by surprise.
He looks at you, eyes wide, then nods slowly. âIf youâre okay with it.â
âYeah,â you say, trying to keep your voice steady. âItâll save us time, andâŠitâs not like weâre complete strangers.â
You step into the bathroom and he follows right behind you, the tension from the argument still lingering but softened by this unexpected intimacy. As you undress, you catch glimpses of each other, the familiarity of the routine blending with the novelty of the moment.
âOof! Oh no,â you grunt, struggling to remove your jeans, which have become heavy and drenched from the rain. Sangyeon notices your struggle. He hesitates, unsure whether to offer help or let you manage on your own. Although you were the one who suggested showering together â something he had been thinking about before you mentioned it â he didn't want to be too forward until you signaled that you were ready, hoping for a sign that conveyed not just âI need your helpâ but also âI donât want to be mad at you anymore, I forgive you.â
âUgh, Sangyeon, please, my pants are being a bitch. Can you help?â
Sangyeon exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Kneeling down, he grips the waistband and begins to pull your jeans down. Though you could have managed this on your own, Sangyeon is now at your feet, helping you out of the wet fabric. Once the jeans are down to your ankles, he steadies you as you lift your feet out of the garment. The lingering looks you share all the while remind you why this was a risky decision.
âThanksâŠI can take off everything else from here,â you say. Sangyeon stands up, clears his throat, and turns away to give you privacy as you remove your undergarments.
The shower is warm, and you both stand under the stream, letting the water wash away the cold and the remnants of your fight. Sangyeon reaches for the soap, lathering it between his hands before gently rubbing it across your back. You close your eyes, the simple touch bringing a flood of memories and emotions.
You take the soap from him, your hands trembling slightly as you start to lather his chest. Youâd forgotten how big and solid his body was, the feel of his muscles under your fingers. The silence between you is thick, charged with unspoken words and lingering feelings.
In the middle of lathering soap on his body, Sangyeon reaches out to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. âI really missed you,â he says, his voice soft and earnest.
You look up at him, meeting his gaze. âI missed you too,â you respond, your voice barely above a whisper.
He leans in, his forehead resting against yours. "I don't want to fight anymore."
"Me neither," you say, your heart aching with the truth of it.
The space between you disappears when leans down, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth of his mouth against yours, the sensation of his wet skin against your own, brings a rush of emotions. You deepen the kiss, your hands roaming over his body, reacquainting yourself with every line and curve.
As the kiss grows more passionate, you feel a familiar heat building between you. Sangyeon's hands slide down your back, pulling you closer until thereâs no space left between you. His touch is gentle yet insistent, a reminder of how much heâs missed you.
You pull away from the kiss, tightening your grip on his arms. Leaning your forehead against his chest, your hands move to his back, pressing your fingers into his skin, fearing that heâd be stripped away from you. âPleaseâŠcome back to me,â you begin to sob.
Sangyeon brings his hand to cup your cheek. You look up at him and find that he is crying too. You donât see him cry often, which makes you cry even more. âI never left. And I never will, Y/N, you hear me?â
You nod. âYes, loud and clear.â Your lips are reunited once more, the kiss filled with desperation and longing. Eventually your kisses venture down further, with whispers of praise in each touch.
He then hoists you up, presses you against the wall, and without wasting time, he inches his throbbing cock to your pussy lips, glistening with need. When you feel him inching slowly inside you, his deep thrusts overcome you with passion. You havenât even come yet, but having Sangyeon fill you up completely sends you to the heavens. Hearing your moans and feeling your warm cunt hug him so well is a song Sangyeon has missed. The patter of water from the shower head hitting your skin mixes with the rhythm of your bodies moving together, creating a symphony of intimacy.
Through labored breaths, Sangyeon declares his love for you as he thrusts into your cunt. âI love you, Y/N. Iâve always loved you.â
You cling to him, bucking up your hips to meet his thrusts, as your own whispered confessions blends with his. âI love you too, Sangyeon. I never stopped.â
Your shared moans fill the shower as the past weeks of pain and misunderstandings are washed away. Neither of you could help yourselves. Those two weeks apart tortured you both deeply, that both your movements and touches were so desperateâŠroughâŠas if this was the first and the last time you would feel each other like this.
When you tangle your fingers in his hair, Sangyeon looks at you with hooded eyes filled with lust and yearning.
âY/NâŠI..â
âInside please I want all of you, Sangie!â you plead.
As you both reach the peak of your passion together, Sangyeon feels so drunk on the euphoria, that he continues to thrust faster, letting you both linger in the state of bliss, until he eventually slows down, cradling you in his arms. The world outside ceases to exist, leaving only the two of you in this moment of rekindled love.
did we'll get that tbz underground street racer au? tbh im so excited for itđ„ș
itâs in the drafts i just havenât gotten around editing and finishing what iâve written so far haha
also i didnât know if anyone else were still interested in them since the hak teaser didnât get that much traction and his is the first installment in the main series
Summary: Of mangoes and mountain charms, and wrenches and tangerines. Haknyeon spends another night down the mountain roads waiting for your safe return. An unlikely friendship built between a tĆge drifter and a mechanic that likes to race the streets.
This is a teaser for the Haknyeon installation of my Need 4 Speed series for The Boyz! See the masterlist here or follow to be updated.
Authorâs Note: This can be read as a standalone blurb, or as a precursor to my upcoming fic Driving, My Love! Happy Valentineâs Day to everyone!
Tags: Mechanic!Haknyeon x Drifter!Reader, BFF!Haknyeon
Warnings: May contain inaccurate depictions of cars (lol), mention of car accidents
Mountain Pass 1 â 1:10 AM Monday
The mountains were barren of any signs of civilization save for the occasional lamppost that illuminated down its winding roads. Up here, the only company the mountain found itself with were the whispers of a gentle breeze and the offload of dying leaves shed by the evergreen trees.Â
In a far distance, the sound of a brazen car disturbed the serenity of the atmosphere. Its modular body slid through a curved road, leaving a nasty skid mark and a ghastly amount of smoke that could haunt a climate change activist in his wake.Â
The fragrant scent of Autumn pass was then overtaken by the strong smell of hot, burning rubber.Â
âNice,â A staticky voice spoke from inside your ear.
Above you, a drone was flying closely behind, tracking and streaming your vehicleâs position for the people down the road.Â
âYouâre acting like this is my first time, Hak.â
You heard a chuckle.Â
A small group of cars preceded your position, driving in the same haphazard manner as you did. A gallant dance through mountainous roads fueled by the adrenaline of a perfect drift.
This specific pass was a favorite amongst locals and tourists. The area surrounding the pass itself has been closed off to the general public, having been built specifically for the purpose of tĆge drifting by a retired hobbyist.Â
Down the winding roads, a graveled patch of land became the communal area for both drivers and passing car enthusiasts. During these grassroots events, local body shops would set up tents alongside their vehicles to advertise their products and services. Whatâs a better way to sell than to show how your products perform after all?
Small groups of people would also flock into the scene to build connections with other hobbyists.Â
You used to be one of those people, and now having conquered the winding roads of this mountain pass numerous times yourself, youâve managed to garner quite the amount of respect on your own name.Â
âHeads up, the last two courses are a tight turn. A civic just crashed.â
You watched as the drone flew ways ahead of you, assumingly to check out the accident. A moment later, you heard the static voice of Haknyeon again.Â
âDriver is fine, car is totaled though. Just slow down your speed and keep to your left.â
 âGot it. Thanks, Hak.â
âNo worries. Just get down here safely.â
You loosened your press on the gas pedal before shifting gears to ease off speed. Outside, the air was bitingly cold. You wondered if Haknyeon was keeping himself warm.
Before you can think more into it, the sight of two pairs of waving hands caught your attention from the outskirts of the highway. They signaled you to veer away from the crash and you responded by hoisting your arm out of the window and pumping it in acknowledgment.Â
Hak was right. The car was completely totaled, but youâre glad to see the driver was doing fine. Itâs scary to think that, that could be you under any unfortunate circumstance. A huge risk that always comes with devilishly dancing through the mountain roads.Â
You watched briefly as the owner wrestled his damaged fender off his vehicle before laying it against a tree trunk. Once you passed him, you picked up speed again and prepared yourself to approach the last turn.
Down in the flatlands, Haknyeon stood waiting from underneath a tent. A Nissan GT-R Nismo was parked in front of him with its high beams shining down the gravel road. Down under, a set of neon orange lowlights covered the ground. Tangerineâhe affectionately called it. The payoff from his hard work, and numerous wins from racing the streets.
âSheâs on her last turn.â His friend spoke, tracking your position from the drone he was controlling from a screen.
âGood.â
Haknyeon walked towards the road. A couple of people greeted him with a wave.
Haknyeon was a well-loved mechanic by both car hobbyists and local civilians alike. He was good with his hands, and even better at his builds. So although he didnât dabble in tĆge drifting himself, he still managed to capture the trust of its drivers.Â
The sound of a revving engine and the familiar scent of burning black rubber took the mechanicâs attention away to the mountain pass exit. A sleek silver Nissan quickly pulled up gaining the attention of the photographers and videographers on standby.
They ran following the car, pumping their fists up in the air, and were met with the driver revving in response. Shutter speeds can be heard all the way to where Haknyeon was standing, and he made way as the car finally pulled up to the empty lot beside him.Â
You unbuckle your belt the moment you parked your car, making a move to remove your safety helmet. Haknyeon quickly opened the door and greeted you by messing your hair up.Â
âHow was it?â
You playfully swat his hand away. âFun, as always.â
You finally turned and greeted him with a smile. He returned it, making amends with his earlier actions by tucking stray pieces of hair away from your face. Why was it suddenly becoming warm?
The moment was disrupted by the sound of a pickup hauling the totaled car from earlier. Haknyeon grimaced at the sight of the damage.Â
âOuch. Thatâs gonna cost a lot.â
âSmall price to pay to keep an expensive hobby.â
You walked towards the tent, greeting your other friend with a wave. He nodded back in response.
âExpensive hobby, cars are, huh?â
âVery, which is why you should never get into it.â
âKind of too late for that now though, isnât it,â Haknyeon pointed towards his car, âconsidering I just finished modding my car.â
You burst into a fit of giggles with Haknyeon. You find it funny how the both of you always discouraged the other from getting into the underground racing scene despite the fact that youâve both been a part of it even before you met.Â
Haknyeon reached into his jacket pocket before walking in front of you. You see the glint of your mismatched beaded friendship bracelet illuminated by the faint light of his orange car.Â
âHere,â he grabbed your right hand gently, âI kept it till you got back.â
Haknyeon wore the friendship bracelet around your wrist, mirroring the one on his left arm. His fingers were gentle in placing them on you, making a move to turn it to display two little charms that were similar to his own. There was a momentâs pause before he finally decided to put your hand back down.Â
The Autumn air was still bitingly cold, so why was it that you felt the tips of your ears getting hot?
You cleared your throat, thanking him. His own cheeks were twinged with the lightest shade of pink.
âIsnât it kinda insane that weâve managed to keep this tradition for three whole years now?âÂ
He laughed. âYeah, I donât even remember how it started.â
Haknyeon pulled out a monoblock chair and offered it to you before sitting down on the one beside it.Â
âI do. You kept insisting that the bracelet caught onto your gear stick, so you had to take it off before a race.â
âHey, it really did! And I wasnât being insistent.â
âYeah, you were,â you laughed, âit's the whole reason why we have this silly little tradition in the first place.â
Cars were starting to disperse from the area. There was a dwindling down of noise from conversations of a thinning crowd, with hush whispers slowly being swept away into the sleeping mountain. Your mutual friend had also left the tent a couple of minutes ago to fetch his drone from the lot.Â
Haknyeon thought back to when this small tradition of yours started. Three years ago, after a slow day at the tracks he called his home, you guys decided to craft these little charm bracelets from a mutual friendâs stash. You made Haknyeon a colorful strand decorated with the charms of a mango and a mountain, a little reminder of you when youâre not around.Â
For you, he picked out a wrench and an orange, accompanied by a mismatched color palette of warm-toned beads. It was charming - albeit a little silly, but the both of you have worn them since then.Â
Haknyeon will admit that he may have been slightly insistent that the bracelet distracted him while driving. At first, it was true, the little charms kept getting caught in between his hand and his gear stick, but it slowly morphed into a superstitious tradition that he just had to have you keep it for him as an unspoken promise of his safe return. You did the same with yours.Â
âItâs a tad bit silly but I like doing it,â he said, âMakes me hold on to a promise that Iâll return back to you safely.â
You hummed. There was something inherently intimate about this conversation.
âThen letâs keep doing it. To promise each other that despite the dangers of our hobby, weâll always return to each otherâs side safely,â You paused, âFor the bracelets, of course.â
Haknyeon nodded, fiddling with the charm of his own bracelet.Â
âAs long as you promise that youâll always be there when I return.â
Summary: The infamous Hak's Garage, owned by well-respected technical expert Ju Haknyeon and financed by the retired underground drag racer Lee Sangyeon. Hak's Garage is an inconspicuous daytime automotive garage that offers your average vehicle tuning and modification. It's during the nighttime when the place starts to let loose and becomes the go-to spot for anyone and everyone who has an inkling of fascination for cars.
Get to know the Skeleton Crew that runs the garage below!
Tags: Underground street racer!AU for The Boyz
Sangyeon. One of the pioneers in the local underground racing community alongside Lee Hyunjae before his decision to retire. Sangyeon was a well-known drag racer in the Circuit in his earlier years and has grown quite the popularity since then. Nowadays, you can find the man at the back-office of Hakâs Garage always in calls over dealerships and possible sponsorships. Sangyeon thought it was time to give back to the community that helped raise him by taking mechanics and drivers who he saw character in under his wing. Underground street racing is illegal after all and when illegal activities are involved, bad people tend to make themselves known.Â
Jacob. Jacob is a friend of a friend who knows a guy that knows this other guy that works in the Circuit. He got invited once to a Circuit race and was surprised to see a very familiar face amongst the illegal street racers. Kevin Moon â his childhood best friend from all the way back in another life. He didnât know if he would recognize him but the moment the Chevy Camaro driver saw him amidst the crowd of on-lookers, he immediately called on to him with the biggest welcoming grin. The rest was history and history came in the form of an automotive garage. Jacob would spend his free time with his old friend and his other newly found friends whenever his schedule allowed him to. He never once raced in his life but he does stick around to help in organizing events for the crew.Â
Younghoon. Younghoon was quite literally all over the place. Between balancing his University life and helping run the garage - amongst other things, itâs a wonder how the boy finds time to actually do everything. He often helps Sangyeon with legal work and when he gets bored he finds himself underneath a car alongside Eric or Haknyeon. Sometimes, he also participates in the friendly competitions held by the garage and whilst he doesnât have a car of his own, some members of the crew trust him enough to let him use theirs.
Haknyeon. Hakâs Garage was the bread and butter of technical expert Ju Haknyeon. Depending on whoâs asking, the garage has grown infamous notoriety as one of the cityâs hubs for illegal car meets and races. Though Haknyeon tends to host friendly competitions, every now and then he allows outsiders (both from the crew and the city) to race with all-stakes at hand. People often ask him why they never see him inside a car, itâs more likely youâll find the Ju Haknyeon underneath one after all. But Haknyeon only shrugs his shoulders, wiping his grease-stained hands on a rug before replying that his driving days are over.
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