Just Like Before [Pinocchio]

°ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉⁿᵒᵘᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ°

A hiss escaped from your lips as you wandered down the road. "What did I do!" You mentally scolded yourself, ruffling your hair. "I should've just apologized and took a freaking seat!" You exhaled noisily as you slid down against a wall of the YGN building which was aside the MSC architecture. You pulled up your legs and hid your face into them. "Seo (Y/n)!" A familiar voice called out as the grip around your legs tightens. Quickened footsteps got heard before a presence puts itself down alongside you. "Are you okay?" The voice questioned. You slowly peer up, recognizing the dark black-blue winter jacket with a collar made of a fox's tail which appeared to be fluffy and white. "What do you think? I'm probably fired and will never get my ranking back as a chief!" You exclaimed with a tone of annoyance nor sadness. "Who knows? Maybe you'll get a promotion because of your commotion." The voice replied, earning a sigh of disbelieve from you. "But, why did you do it though?" The male asked as you straighten your back, gently releasing your legs. "Look at your phone." You snapped. A slight grimace got planted onto his features as he took out his phone, reading the eight messages from you.

His dark orbs increased, instantly finding their way back at you. "Gi Jae Myeong was there?" You nodded your head, a hum leaving your lips. "I knew he was up to something, so I wanted to stop him... that didn't really end up the way I wanted it to be... In Ha must hate me now." You spoke with a soft, vulnerable voice. Dal Po shook his head. "She was surprised." He replied. "But... How did you know Gi Jae Myeong was there?" He asked as your eyes meet. "Ahn Chan Soo told m-" You get cut off by your phone going off. You sighed, "Looks like I will be fired now." You murmured, answering your phone. 

"Where are you right now?!" It was the voice of your older brother. He seemed concerned about something. "In front of my broadcasting station-" Your gaze shifts to the person aside from you. "-with Dal Po." You ended your response. "Find out where In Ha and Song Cha Ok are immediately." Breathing got heard on the other side of the phone. "Gi Jae Myeong is there right now!" He called out as you got up. Dal Po followed your instructions; also standing up. "Hey, Seo Beomju. I know he's there. I just- did something about it and might've lost my job. He won't be any bothersome anymore." You explained, a little bit discouraged by the fact that you'll be losing your position nor place in the career you'd known only. 

"What? What did you do?", "I'll tell you about it later, I'll be going back to the police station." You hung up the phone and put it away. Dal Po stared at you, waiting for you to say what was going on. "It wasn't anything big. Beomju just told me Gi Jae Myeong's here." You shrugged as he nodded his head. Your phone then received a notification. A hiss escaped from your lips. "Are they seriously going to fire me through text?" You grab your phone once more, seeing the following letters; 'C.H.O.I. I.N. H.A'. You instantly opened the message which read the following statement: 'About the special lecture... can we talk? I'll be in my office.' Dal Po wandered over to your side, also reading the message. "What do I do?" You inquire with a slight whine. "She's going to kill me...", "She's not. Don't be such a baby." He grabbed out the phone from your hands, typing a response: 'Sure. I'll be there in a sec'. 

"Aannd... Send!" He pushed the button ere handing it over again. "Hey!" You cried out, hitting his arm. "Go, this might be your only chance." You mimic his words childishly as you turn around. "Let me know once you get there, alright?", "I will call you, that takes longer." You replied as he chuckled, shaking his head. You hauled into the MSC's broadcasting station as you eventually ended up taking the elevator. Once inside the glassy box connected to technical wires, your index-finger casually presses the button to go to the fourth floor.

A few second passed by as a soft ding got heard, letting you know you were on the right floor. Stress began crawling up your spine, nervous about the fact that Choi In Ha wanted to talk to you after your commotion. You shuffled out of the elevator as you grabbed out your phone. You held it alongside your leg as you wander through the hallways of MSC's broadcasting station.