⦁　warehouse

@hoseok ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵖᵃⁿᵗʰᵉʳ [ thank you for rping here! ;u; your prize will be placed on your wall shortly uwu ]

@jihoon ᶠᵉʳʳᵉᵗ The same fingerprints being painted along his glass walls almost every evening at the dance company and finally, today is the day he finds out who he culprit is. "It's not that I mind that much, but he couldn't just wipe them off with his shirt before he left...? I guess the janitor is there for a reason, but fella ain't even part of the team here," he mumbled amongst the members. There resides a meeting in the office room with the other instructors as his legs hooked up on the glass table, sinking down on the leather ergonomic chair with his thumbs rolling over the other. Ideas fished along the drawers and cabinets of his mind; the room glistened with silence before he smacked his foot down on the ground and palms threatening to shatter the surface, earning a few yelps and a room full of widened eyes. "By now I'm sure we know what time they usually come at. I need all of you to keep an eye out for him," he says, eyes narrowing as he stands up, "Bring him to me and attempt to make him his pants, but don't go so hard. Leave that to me."

"Mister Jung, I have him with me right now. Where are you?" the voice of rush announced through the speakers, almost sharp enough to make him wince, but a smile scripted itself into his face as he halted from his class. Silence was ensued besides the trickle of sweat and the soft panting with hands on his knees. He paced over to press the button, clearing his throat as he murmured into the speaker, "Last dance room, Shelbey," and he heard the other end cut off. Hoseok turned back to the audience of bemusement, rippling a wide grin with a clap of his hands, "I've been informed of an emergency meeting, so I'll have to dismiss you all for today-- Don't forget to practice! We'll resume in two days." And with that, they scattered out, leaving him standing stoic in the middle of the room with a quirked brow upon the yelling echoing through the vents.

@hoseok ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵖᵃⁿᵗʰᵉʳ "Let go of me!" This wasn't how Jihoon's Thursday afternoon was supposed to go. The morning was routine and went as scheduled. He sat in the library, checking in books and re-shelving them as per his usual shift. Then he picked up a sweet treat -today being a chocolate frosted donut- on his walk home. Technically, he needs to walk by a dance studio on his way home and, just for the record, he does often push his hands against the glass to take a look inside. What wasn't normal was him being nabbed by the arm and dragged inside like some heathen! If anything, the employees politely asked him to leave because the dancers were self conscious or because they felt awkward once they spotted a ferret boy with his face glued to the windows. He'd usually still have whatever sweet treat he bought in hand as well, which was like insult to injury for the exercising individuals.

Today was not normal. He was being dragged inside the building against his will no matter how hard he thrashed or how loudly he raised his voice. He may have used his teeth and fists had his aggressor not been a woman. Jihoon was two seconds for genuinely sinking his canines into her arm and booking it out of there when he's lead to a door. The squirming librarian continued to try wiggling out of her grasp as she knocked on the corporate door. He's a predator, he can't get marks on his record- Just as he managed to finagle his way out of her hands, a grip ten times more iron-filled clamped down on his ear. "Holy , lady! What's your problem?!" Excuse the language, but his poor ears were gonna necrotize and fall off at this rate!