#sung02

( ` times like this, soyi wished for the power of invisibility or something. it would’ve been easier. it would’ve been much easier. to be able to switch on the power and stepping in instead of spending an hour or so slapping on makeup, a wig, clothes she had to borrow off a more trendy friend. ) ( ` but—that was the job. and honestly blending in with a bunch of model hopefuls is not as hard as slipping between offices and taking documentation of all and any data they had on hand. not much too, considering the fact that it was a dummy company set up to scam kids. ) ( ` yes, small scale even for her. but an exposè was an exposè. ) ( ` what she doesn’t expect was getting caught. no, even worse. the involvement of cops. no, even worse. the arrival of a certain someone (it really did had to be him, huh) just to add insult to injury. ) “hey, don’t—” ( ` she tugs her arm away harshly, near snarling at the “manager”. ) “don’t touch me.” ( ` goddamn—the smug sneer on his face he directs at her before turning to report to the cop on-call—fucker. ) ( ` honestly didn’t pay too much attention to the babble, fixated on how to get herself and the phone pressed between her breasts out of this mess unscathed—though her ears perk toward the end, catching few choice words. ) “trespass—i wasn’t trespassing. i told you i got lost looking for the bathroom! how is that considered trespassing if you let me in here in the first place??”