Jennie clears her throat and snaps herself out of a daze before she creeps out the pretty plumber with her shameless ogling. "Uh, hello—yes, I am. Um, please come in," she stammers, suddenly at a loss for coherent words. She steps aside and allows the [h/c]-haired woman to enter her home.
The tall plumber follows the brunette to the kitchen while looking around the modern and sleek decor of the living room.
"What's your name?" Jennie asks.
"[Y/N] [L/N]."
In the kitchen, Jennie opens the cabinet where the culprit hides under the sink. "I'm not sure the exact problem that caused it. My husband tried fixing it with tape and super glue, but obviously, he's an idiot," she explains with a roll of her eyes.
[Y/N] chuckles as she sets the toolbox on the ground and kneels down to inspect the problem more closely. Water drips from the gaps formed in the pipe, which isn't too much of a hassle to fix. "I can do it."
When she looks up at Jennie, the brunette hitches her breath at the sudden position. Her heart skips a beat at the curious puppy eyes as her cheeks ablaze in furious red, and she has to look away before the plumber questions it.
"Y-You can start whenever you feel like it," Jennie says, walking towards the breakfast bar. "I'll be here in case you have any questions. I'll be doing stuff on my laptop."
[Y/N] hums as she twists the baseball cap around so the bill won't get in the way of her work.
Jennie mindlessly surfs through the internet, all while a certain woman occupies her thoughts. She steals occasional peaks at the plumber over the edge of her laptop, studying how her long arms flex as they twist and turn the bolts on the pipe. She wishes to run her palms across the contours of her lean muscles and feel the bulging veins on her hands.
"Would you like anything to drink?" Jennie asks to distract her mind from turning something so nonchalant into something more dirty.
"Um, water is okay, please."
Jennie grabs a cool water bottle from the fridge and hands it to the plumber, who takes it and flashes her a soft smile of gratitude. She stares back at [Y/N]'s face, which is lightly sweaty. And she is glowing, thanks to the sun ray from the living room window.
Her face is too pretty to not be on the cover of Vogue.
What the hell is she doing wasting that face card in a plumbing company?
She would love to have the honor to sit on her—
"So, uh… how long have you been doing this?" Jennie asks, aiming to make small talk to fill the silence.
"A year," [Y/N] replies, sparing a glance at the brunette over her shoulder before she opens the water bottle and takes large gulps of it.
Jennie's eyes are transfixed on [Y/N]'s throat bobbing as she drinks water. "Uh, where… where are you from? I've noticed you pronounce some words too different."
"I'm originally from [place]," [Y/N] replies after wiping her mouth. "I moved here last year to help my father with his business. He owns the plumbing service company."
"Do you have other dreams?"
"No. I'm only good for fixing pipes and providing other services," [Y/N] answers with a smile.
Other services?
What does she mean by that?
Ugh, don't overthink it, Jennie. You horny motherfucker.
Jennie swallows the saliva pooling in her mouth and clears her throat. "I'd assume you'd speak fluent Korean."
[Y/N] hums in thought as she removes the broken pipe.
"Not exactly. My father wants me to practice, so he hired me as an apprentice to go to people's houses and speak to them in Korean only."
"Do you like your job?"
"It's all I know what to do."
Uh, no?
You can definitely be a full-time model.
About ten minutes later, [Y/N] pulls out from under the sink and tosses her tools in the box. She stands up and turns on the faucet to ensure no water leaks through the pipe. Once it's cleared, she closes the cabinets and grabs her toolbox.
"There you go, Miss Kim. It should work."
"Already?" Jennie questions, failing to mask her dejection as she sees the plumber preparing to leave.
Luckily, [Y/N] doesn't catch on as she fixes her baseball cap and heads toward the front door. "It wasn't going to take long."
Jennie follows after her to the door. "Thank you for fixing it. I really appreciate you taking the time to come over here on short notice," she says.
"No problem."
"How much do I pay you?"
"You'll get a bill in the mail later from the company." [Y/N] bows her head. "If you have any more problems, please contact the company. Thank you."
Oh, I will.
Jennie bids her farewell as she watches the plumber jump in the white van with the company's logo plastered on the side of it. The van drives down the street, and Jennie is left with a master plan brewing in her head.