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choi seungcheol loves his job.

he really does.

he's been a police officer for eight years, graduated the top of his class when he was twenty six years old. determination, hard work, and perseverance pushed him til' he was at his limits. the picture of his family that he tucked in his wallet was his motivation, he will never forget the reason why he entered and chose this job instead.

it wasn't an easy way for seungcheol. there were a million times that he wanted to give up, cramming school work, juggling two to three part jobs at the same time to support himself. he refused changho's help when it comes to money, wanted to learn independency since the man has provided for him since he was ten. it was physically exhausting and mentally draining. he never partied compared to his peers, never broke the rules, an outstanding man. he earned all of it because he did it. he wanted it. he was one step towards the sweet, sweet, revenge he had in mind.

seungcheol was thankful for changho's support. the man who became his family and pillar when everything was against him. he encouraged him to be better. the man had given him a home when he lost his. and he will surely repay him for all of it.

the moment he went up to stage and stood there, wearing his uniform, glancing at his fellow classmates until it landed on changho, he held a camera and it made him smile. he thanked him in his speech, not forgetting his parents.

seungcheol passed the board exam like a breeze. he studied day and night for it. when he received the call that he was now an official police officer and will work in central city, he was elated. it was all according to his plan.

what he didn't expect is to be assigned to a box-like, dingy station that needs new paint. he sighed, he was a rookie cop, so to be in the main district's station was a feat he had to accomplish. stepping foot inside the building, he was jittery and excited, they made him feel welcome. it was all worth it.

he was able to help people, catch the bad guys and put them behind the bars, filing necessary reports and files in the office, going on patrols around the city with his co-workers. help an old lady cross the street, chiding young teens not to vandal, fetch a cat up a tree, opening doors for women, taking minors home when it was past curfew. the law was with him wherever he went, he saved them from bad people and peace and goodness will only stay. the smiles around him made him love his job even more, almost making him forget why he was there in first place.

almost.

chugging the last drops of his iced coffee, he throws it in the bin before opening the glass doors of the police station. "good morni–"

the melted cream that hit his face was one the reasons why he sometimes forget why he loves his work. loud, cheery laughter echoes the building and footsteps approach him. "shit! seungcheol hyung, i'm sorry."

he wipes the sticky substance and puts a smile, rather forced and he feels a dab of handkerchief on his face, wiping the remains of the cream. seungcheol holds the wrist of the person and takes the napkin from him, doing it for himself.

when he was done, he glares at all of them. narrowing his gaze, making them stop laughing. turning away, whistling as they fiddle with their work. it was like that every morning. playing pranks like they were children and not police officers, he's mostly the victim since his shift starts late.

"who is it this time?"

four fingers pointed at the cowering black-haired officer in the corner, putting his hands up in the air in mock surrender, wide eyes staring back at him.

"mingyu." the tall, lanky male whines at the call of his name, pointing his finger to the blonde who was situated beside him, his slanted eyes twitching when the glare was turned to his way. "it was soonyoung hyung's idea."

"hey! i wasn't the one who bought donuts when seungcheol hyung clearly stated not to." he retorts back, an accusatory finger on the officer standing beside the latter.

"seokmin." seungcheol turns to him, raising a thick brow, making him look down at his shoes instead.

"sorry, hyung. hansol said he was hungry so i gave him my stash of donuts." seokmin gives him a peace sign, giving him a pout that he knows his weak for. he groans and dismisses him, making him grin widely, trotting to the table beside hansol, not minding to give them punishment again. it was the seventh time this month and it was only the second week.

they were chaotic but he loves them, not that he's gonna tell them. he will get teased for being sentimental.

soonyoung was a year younger than him, they went to the same academy for training and became close friends. the latter was hyperactive and sociable. they clicked well, seeing as how often they do gun and combat training together. he was also the top of his class, so the older wasn't surprised when soonyoung opened the doors to the station during his first year there, he greeted him like a friend and welcomed him in.

mingyu came next after one of the officers got promoted and moved to a higher paying position. the younger bumped his head on the door way his first day there, and broke the potted plant by the side. seungcheol had to hold him, so he wouldn't topple anything anymore. as clumsy as he was, mingyu was quite mature for his age, and responsible. he works the hardest out of all of them, submits his reports before due and clocks in time. he was a role model officer.

hansol was silent and reserve but his humor makes seungcheol question if the guy does weed behind his back. he was the youngest in their bunch. he joined them when seungcheol was promoted to being the chief in the station. he wasn't the talkative type but was observant and useful when important cases come. honestly speaking, the kid can be a detective.

seokmin was the last to join. he moved to the city because of reasons he won't tell. the older finds him mysterious despite the sunny smiles and jokes. he was loud and too bright for seungcheol at first, but he was quick-witted in surprising situations. and the station needs someone to liven up the mood and keep it positive all the time.

all in all, he loves his job.

and he loves the idiots around him.

"alright, get to work. i expect those papers from the traffic report on my desk later."

"yes, chief."

another busy day continues.