Another thievery happened. The Chief reiterates the second unit must focus ALL its attention on this. Inside the second unit's main hall, Guk-doo's brow remains scrunched all the while listening to his Chief's speech.
"Special orders this morning! We must catch the art thief at the earliest." The chief declares, his vigour trailing off to a sigh as his eyes find Guk-doo and Do-young. "We are the only ones in this unit too."
Bong-soon witnesses the scene from her tiny desk the Chief assigned to her this morning. Poor Guk-doo. He's sure to form wrinkles given how he's frowning! He must want to work on the bombing case. At this point, a kindergarten student can tell what he wants.
"Guk-doo!" The chief addresses the said young cop with a weary sigh. "We have no choice. Officials want us to work on this. I wish we could work on both but there's a personnel shortage. So far no bombing happened. The neighbourhood is also fine. And your friend—"
"So, what, sir? We wait for something to happen? Will we turn sloppy?"
Guk-doo's eyes carry the blaze of a sincere police officer; the fierceness today doesn't diminish in the wake of the Chief he admires.
"Guk-doo, all we can do is wait," The chief says resignedly, "let's keep an eye out on the MP's movements when we can. That's all I can say now. Maybe we can employ an informer. I hate this too. Just when will the government put out a notice? We are in need of capable new recruits!"
Guk-doo turns away midway listening to his superior's speech, though it's rude of him to do so and returns to his seat. Bong-soon wants to console him but her attention is snatched by a notification on her phone.
She's been constantly searching for a job. The only options available in the recent week that match her qualification profile are art teachers. Although she wants to draw for an animation or a children's story, being an art teacher doesn't sound bad. She'd enjoy teaching what she knows. Plus, she can't give these listings a side-eye when the pay is really high. Particularly one with hefty pay given the limited hours she has to teach. How can she say no to such a job? She can earn her coin and also paint during her free time.
This might be what she's waiting for. She never thought of being an art teacher but is it her calling? Only one way to find out. Trying it out.
The handful of jobs she's come across and found suitable, including the extravagant pay, she applies for all. The task done, she stretches her limbs and puts her phone down on her desk. This little cosy corner is lovely. She has the space she needs from Guk-doo sometimes.
Guk-doo! The name reminds her of what happened a moment ago. Guk-doo is still grumpy. However before she can act on the pang of compassion she feels, a loud authoritative voice rings in the hall.
"Officers!"
The superior is here to visit the second unit? A tall, lithe man in his late fifties, with a fizz of grey hair and pale skin. Everyone, including the Chief, salutes and crowds around him as he scrutinizes the office. Bongsoon rises from her seat, standing stiff, just in case.
The cops blatantly ignore her and discuss official business, their voices whisper-soft, until the superior's gaze lands on Bong-soon.
"Art thief?" His brow scrunches. He fixates his eyes on the Chief. "Isn't he lying dormant? And even if we are to solve a case why do we need an artist?"
"He can strike again sir. And we need an artist on our side to know how he works."
"Ha..." The superior looks at Bongsoon. "We don't have a freeloader here, do we?"
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Always Forever
RomanceIn Guk-doo had always been reckless, ruthless in his pursuit of justice. Dumped by his girlfriend and put in a sloppy second division, he's a struggling young man despite being a dashing, suave cop. Do Bong-soon had loved him, her childhood friend...
