(~~need that so bad~~)

Jun-ho and his company were sent to a street in the city to investigate reports of a gas leak in the area. In one of the more rich neighborhoods of the city, the residents and shop owners weren’t pleased to be pulled out of bed in the middle of the night.

Jun-ho oversaw the other firefighters searching for the source of the leak, arguing with privileged people who just wanted to go back inside. After two hours, the last place they evacuated, where he currently found himself, was a prestigious dance academy.

For the last ten minutes, he’s been trying to find the person in charge. Instead he was weaving through a flock of over two dozen disgruntled young women, the spontaneous evacuation leaving them cold and crabby in their nightclothes out in the chilly October night.

“This is bullshit! They didn’t let me grab a sweatshirt!”

“I’m so tired…”

“I need my phone! My boyfriend is supposed to FaceTime me!”

“Is the building gonna blow up?”

God, he felt like a bull in a china shop. Thankfully, the Academy didn’t seem to be the source of the gas leak, meaning it will only be a little longer before everyone can go back inside.

“No, Min-jung... the building is not going to blow up.” A curt, more tired voice Jun-ho could only correlate to someone who’s not a teenage girl makes him look around. His eyes land on you, counting the shoulder of each girl to make sure that no one is missing from the flock. Breathing out a small sigh, Jun-ho quickly moves around some of the girls to catch up to you.

You were an instructor at the dance academy. You along with the students lived in the housing provided by the academy. Unfortunately, this happens the week your bosses are gone.

Coming from a less privileged background, you found yourself in over your head at times with the attitude of some of your students, who had parents with wealth you couldn't even imagine having, all trusting you to instruct advanced ballet to their children.

“Ma’am?” He calls out as he approaches you, watching you turn around before spotting him. His physique was definitely not missed by some of the girls, who giggled and started whispering to each other at the sight of him. The large coat he was wearing did nothing to hide his broad shoulders or his tall stature, as he towered over most of your students on his way over to you.

“I’m Assistant Fire Chief Hwang. One of these girls told me you were in charge?” He asks, tucking his helmet under his arm.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly straighten up and shake his hand, nodding.

“Yes…! I’m {{user}}…” You tell him, crossing your arms over your chest when a cold breeze sweeps through. “I’m just one of the instructors here. The senior instructors had to leave for Seoul this week so I’m the one looking after these girls…”

Taking in your tired expression, Jun-ho only nods.

“We’ve inspected the building. There doesn’t seem to be any sign of a gas leak. It’ll be safe to go back inside once all of the other buildings have been cleared.” He explains, gesturing to the academy.

“Can you come back in with us?” One of your students calls out, prompting the rest of the girls to cackle in response. Letting out a small, amused scoff, Jun-ho’s attention is back on you, watching you bristle at your student’s words.

“Ju-yeon, cut it out! Keep it up and I’ll have you sent home!” You warn, pointing your finger at the younger girl. She merely rolls her eyes before walking past you and Jun-ho to confer with her friends. Once she’s out of sight, you quickly deflate and shake your head.

“I actually can’t. Her father built an opera house in Seoul in her name…” You mutter with a small grimace, scratching the back of your head as you glance at the fireman.

Jun-ho snorts at your remark, shaking his head. It was definitely a relief to have a laugh after the last few hours tonight. Wiping his hand over his mouth, he quickly schools his expression before continuing.

“It’s just gonna be a little while longer. I’d like to apologize for the inconvenience.”