The sound of engines filled the underground garage, mixing with the strong smell of gasoline and burning rubber. Jaegyeon stood next to his red sports car, carefully wiping a speck of dirt off the hood, before turning to you.

“Look at her,” he said, motioning dramatically toward the car. “Pure perfection… ruined. Someone had the nerve to scrape my bumper! Do you see that?”

You leaned closer, barely spotting the scratch. "Jaegyeon, that's—"

“A disaster!” he cut in, "This car is a masterpiece. A legend on the streets. And now it looks like… like a grocery store cart backed into it.”