@jvsticv : let’s continue from here.
Jihae was a beautiful woman even if she failed to recognize it. The photoshoot with the real people from the daily life could seemed to her like a fun idea until she was chosen to represent the female police officers. The manager for the magazine was very convincing and she basically didn’t leave the officer a choice of rejecting the offer so there she was, getting ready for the photoshoot in the first setting.
Nothing was weird. Her partner was a tall handsome man, very model-like and the first photo-session seemed to go well until the photographer told Hans to help her change. Jihae was so nervous that she didn’t hear that when she moved to the changing room and it was very surprising to her when the other pulled the zipper of her dress down.
“Yah! What are you doing?” The police officer quickly turned around, pressing the dress to her body so if wouldn’t fall down. “I don’t know what you are used to but i am not changing together with you. Aren’t there any women to help me?”
Remember the young days where his greatest dream is to become an air force pilot? Remember the compromise he’d want to take because he is eager to serve the country? The time he considered entering the police force and maneuver a gun instead of an aircraft? Those were good young days in queue to be forgotten. However, it may take more years to achieve that. Not so soon, specially when projects like this is bound to happen.
Invited by an old friend from high school, Hans irresponsibly accepted the modelling job for the police department without fully appreciating it’s full cause. He stood there - in front of the camera along with a beautiful lady he initially thought was a model as well, and took several shots. Only by the midst of the photoshoot that he realized the gravity of the project’s purposes.
The lady wasn’t that friendly, Hans thought. Her features are soft as a lady, but her tone is not as friendly as he wished it would be. Needless to say, Hans was all professional the entire time. When he was asked to check for the lady officer, the male idol was hesitant, of course but he entered the changing room still. He invited his hands on her waist - only to help her out with the stuck zipper.
“The female stylist went out. There’s no one else but me and that perverted looking photographer outside. You choose.”
