— Chapter oo1: Under the radar
Simon hasn’t been chained to that chair for more than a few hours and he was already feeling trapped inside his own office. The boxes piles were still part of the room’s landscape, apparently it wouldn’t become the office he’d in the Seoul apartment so soon if the novelist went on with his desire of procrastinating even the easiest of the tasks. The blond had his laptop open over his desk, right next to his foot, while in between his hands a remote could be found and earphones that resembled one of the police’s communicator models around his head.
“Don't blind my men, Song.” His deep and slightly husky voice rang out through the microphone when the small helicopter flew across the room, almost knocking down a few of the boxes along the way. “Here is our captain checking on the three.”
On normal situations, a folk on his early thirties playing around with a remote helicopter would be looked down to and in this one it still is, but since it’s Simon, the bored side of his, that didn’t sparkled the weird feeling to anyone’s day.
“Listen up, 503. Our peerp has been on the run for 30 minutes.” As a result from his practice reading bed time stories to his daughter through her childhood or just his inherited acting genes from his mother, Simon changed his voice acting up even more seriously the chasing. “I'll be your eyes from up the skyscrapers. Let's keep the road clear.” It could look like a movie scene if the helicopter wasn’t fake or the mentioned skyscrapers weren’t actually the boxes pilled up strategically around the environment.
“Radio 1, speak ahead 0DB, backup is on the way. Permission to deploy laser-activated denied.” Simon maneuvered the machine until it was hanging sideways in the air in it’s completely speed towards the door. The newest faculty member was waiting for the right moment to twist the remote to make the helicopter loop through the air and it’d had worked if someone hasn’t opened the door and made Simon lost control over the toy, resulting in the helicopter hitting the newcomer’s forehead without missing.
“Holy shit!” The author jumped from his chair almost dropping his laptop at his abrupt gesture. “Yunho, are you alright? I'm sorry. “ That would be the kind of greeting none of them would forget anytime soon. “Hyung didn’t expected you, what are you doing here?”
