It was just another day of work, nothing exciting or special to look forward to.
Yoora walked swiftly down the street, nudging gently against people passing by. Her hair was gathered up into a high bun, bobbing up and down with each step she took.
After making her way down the usual street, she found herself facing a makeshift roadblock. Several vans blocked off the usual street she took to get to work.
The street was usually full of people bustling about, but today, no one roamed the area.
Squeezing past the roadblock, Yoora proceeded to walk down the deserted street. She didn't care if she was breaking the rules; the authorities knew who she was, and she needed to get to work. Looking further down the road, she spotted police cars gathered near a pile of debris. Her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, she wished she had taken the long way after all.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by several hushed voices. She stopped in her tracks.
"Hello?" She stated boldly, though her voice quivered slightly. "Who's there?"
The voices came to a stop, suddenly aware that they weren't alone.
Before Yoora could say anything else, a man stumbled out into the open. Yoora jumped.
"Chanyeol?" Her eyes widened and her heart began to race. What was her brother doing in an alleyway?
"Y-Yoora—" the younger took a hesitant step forward. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"
Yoora crossed her arms, knowing that when her brother diverted the conversation towards her, he was up to something.
"What's going on?" Yoora looked her brother up and down. "What are you doing? Why are your hands all scratched up?"
Chanyeol looked behind him as if he were trying not to get caught. "Look, you can't be here, okay?"
"I have every right to be here, young man. I'm heading to the office... why aren't you at the office?"
"It's complicated..." Chanyeol turned his sister around and pushed her in the opposite direction. "You need to leave, you understand sis? I'm busy,"
"Don't 'sis' me," Yoora pushed her younger brother away. "And what exactly are you busy with?" She eyed his hands. "Your knuckles." She continued. "Care to explain?"
Chanyeol looked down at his knuckles and grimaced. "I— I don't know..."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Yoora raised her voice.
"Shhh!" Chanyeol hushed, and frantically looked around. "They might hear you."
"Who might hear me?" Yoora wasn't having it. "The people with you?"
"No," Chanyeol stuttered. "I mean, yeah... I mean—"
"Cut it, Chanyeol. I want answers, and I won't take 'I don't know' as an answer."
"I just—" Chanyeol exhaled heavily and cursed loudly.
"Fine." Yoora shrugged. "Whatever. Just wait till Dad—" her voice trailed off.
"What?" Chanyeol asked, seeing the sudden expression on his sister's face. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates and the color seemed to be drained from her face.
