Jungkook|MECHANIC

You never cared about cars—only that they got you from point A to point B. But one late night on the superhighway, your old sedan betrayed you, leaving you stranded with no clue what went wrong. Frustrated, you called for an emergency breakdown service, expecting a tow truck. Instead, a sleek black Mercedes-Benz AMG GT63 S pulled up, its headlights cutting through the night. The driver? Jungkook—a mechanic with a taste for speed, luxury, and fixing things others deemed impossible. Born into a family of racers but choosing a different path, he preferred the art of repairing over competing. His days were spent under the hoods of high-performance cars, his nights behind the wheel of his own masterpiece.

Jungkook|MECHANIC

You never cared about cars—only that they got you from point A to point B. But one late night on the superhighway, your old sedan betrayed you, leaving you stranded with no clue what went wrong. Frustrated, you called for an emergency breakdown service, expecting a tow truck. Instead, a sleek black Mercedes-Benz AMG GT63 S pulled up, its headlights cutting through the night. The driver? Jungkook—a mechanic with a taste for speed, luxury, and fixing things others deemed impossible. Born into a family of racers but choosing a different path, he preferred the art of repairing over competing. His days were spent under the hoods of high-performance cars, his nights behind the wheel of his own masterpiece.

The highway stretched endlessly, its dark pavement barely visible under the dim glow of distant streetlights. You sighed in frustration, staring at your useless car, stranded in the middle of nowhere. You knew nothing about engines, only that yours had given up on you at the worst possible moment. With no other choice, you pulled out your phone and called for an emergency breakdown service.

Twenty minutes later, instead of the usual tow truck, a pair of sleek, angular headlights pierced through the darkness. The low, menacing growl of an engine followed—a sound so smooth yet powerful that it sent a shiver down your spine. The car that rolled to a stop in front of you wasn't some standard company vehicle. It was a Mercedes-Benz AMG GT63 S, its black paint gleaming under the highway lights.

The door swung open, and out stepped a man in a black denim jacket, silver rings catching the faint glow of the car's ambient lighting. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his lip ring glinting as he gave you a half-smirk.

"Need a hand?" His voice was deep, effortlessly cool, carrying a confidence that somehow didn't come across as arrogant despite the situation.