“Just wait here for a few moments and Chief Jung will be with you shortly,” his field coach points to a chair opposite a small office, the door closed and blinds folded.

Woohyun gives her a nod, dropping himself down into the seat.  He was tired as hell.

It was his last day of training, and the chief was going to see his scores to give the pass or fail ruling.  Woohyun was pretty confident he could make it.  He only screwed up with the codes, but how the hell is a person supposed to know those ten million numbers right off the bat anyways.

He stares at the wooden door, hearing the muffled voices inside the Chief’s office. 

If he passes, he would be assigned a senior partner.

If he passes, he would start getting a hefty paycheck to pay back his debts and bills.

If he passes, he would get to meet a hot piece of Mr. Officer to ogle at all day; flexing muscles and rock solid body.

Woohyun draws a grin on his face, sinking into a dreamhole of fantasies and misconceptions.  He had never really thought through the application when he applied for the officer training.  He was a broke college student who lived off cheap food, desperately trying to make ends meet.  So when he saw the advertisement on a board in his college campus, he didn’t think twice before applying and signing his contract.  The salary drew him in, the notion of being an upholder of the law not as much.

The door opens, and Woohyun jumps to his feet, taking in