he knew that you were off limits. ‎ ‎everyone did. back on his rookie days applying for the job, he already have his eyes on you. and even though he didn't fall on the same team, he still have that flutter in his stomach. he had kept that stupid little crush on you a deep secret, hoping it'd pass with time— it did quite the opposite. it no longer seemed like a crush. it felt like he was in love with you. ‎ ‎but that's wrong cause not only did you outrank him, you also have lots of junior and lower ranked officers staring at you like a pack of dachshunds transfixed by one beef sausage. you're respected and him? no one give a damn about him. he was like an ice cream flavor that is only seen when there's nothing left available on the menu. ‎ ‎he shouldn't be inlove. not with him in this line of work. but here he was, right there on a distance, standing like a big idiot holding a can of beer he'd bought from a vending machine after hearing about you making a day stop there for field inspection in ganghwado. god, he feel so highschool every damn time he look at you, then and now. ‎ ‎don't panic. don't blush. you're a forty one year old, he reminded himself. he takes a deep breath and tread casually, as casual as he could and stops next to you. lifting the can of beer—he presses the cold side of that against your cheek. ‎ ‎"hey there."