a little help (please)
The main police station wasn’t a place Hyeongseop expected himself to grow fond of but over the years it had definitely grown as a second home. Countless days and hours spent in the office over cases that needed more examination and cracking over had definitely made the vicinity mundane. However after Hyeongseop had volunteered to be in a special unit that specialized in undercover work, he had visited the place less and less due to his increasing cautiousness. It was more often of him to send over his reports through the computer, using a special program the government provided them with due to the internet being unsafe day by day. It seemed like computer technicians and hackers were everywhere these days--Hyeongseop grumbled at the thought, it certainly made his work all the more troublesome.
Although it was rare of him to drop by the police station, it certainly didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed; though lowering his number of visits by a huge percentage. Once Hyeongseop stepped inside the building, it wasn’t much of a surprise to him with the sight of messy cubicles, stacked and undone papers and the likes. The view welcomed him intimately, it was something he had missed despite his devotion to field work. The cubicle he previously inhabited was empty with the computer turned off as well--not like he used it much in the first place. Close to his cubicle, was one that belonged to Yixing, a fellow inspector higher in rank and one that refused to treat him with respect, even with their differing ages; Hyeongseop being the older of the two.
“Yixing!” called Hyeongseop to the younger, giving the male’s back a huge pat once he was in reach. It had been a while since they had met with their differing lines of field but it didn’t mean they didn’t get along. However you define it. Hyeongseop was fond of Yixing, but it wasn’t something he would admit outright his senior inspector in their relationship due to their mannerisms when they bickered. “Been a while huh?” He crossed over to the cubicle in front of Yixing that belonged to him and took a seat, fishing out a flash disk from his pocket as he pressed the computer’s power button. “I came back here for a little of your help, actually, plus for a little visit to the station too. You don’t know how stressing it can be to be with a bunch of hoodlums 24/7.” he complained with a roll of his eyes.
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