|{Blood On The Corpse's Coffin}|•{(KNJ)}

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Pet Names

He was leaning on the door frame when she opened the door. He analyzed her from head to toe.

Her long wavy hair was messed up. The collar of her oversized hoodie was leaning a bit, showing some of her delicate shoulder, her shoes and socks were still bloodied, and the way she stood staring up at him, with her big doe eyes widened from shock, he couldn't help but smile at the cute sight in front of him.

Kurai stared at his dimples. "M- Mr. Kim what brings you h- here?"

She was still waiting for the pill to take effect, so speaking wasn't an easy task at the moment.

His expression softened, "I heard about what happened, Miss Makinohara. I'm sorry about the loss of your grandmother."

She gulped down her saliva, trying not to get overwhelmed again. "Thank you, sir, but i- isn't it a bit l- late for you to be here?"

She couldn't stop her growing curiosity about him being in the hospital at such an odd hour.

Namjoon hummed at her question, "Well you see, wrapping up all the paperwork for a hospital this big takes a lot of time."

She nodded slowly. "Must be h- hard then..."

His face turned sympathetic, "By the way, I thought I'd give my condolences to my great doctor." He winked at her, trying to light up her heavy mood.

The young girl weakly forced a smile, "t- thank you s- sir."

He slightly bent down to reduce a bit of the height difference between them, his piercing eyes trailed down her doll face, "Forget about this stuff, how are you feeling?"

Kurai looked down.

A simple sentence like that was bringing everything back. Her memories of the past bloody hour were floating back again.

Her mind was still painful and too messed up to come up with a good answer. So she tried to cover it up with a true sentence.

"I- I'm not sure sir..."

Namjoon stepped closer to her and tilted his head. He had to let her know about the decision in his mind.

"Kurai, I want to let you know that I'm not going to let you make an autopsy on your grandmother's body."

She shot her head up, anxiety and fear visible in her eyes. She did not trust anyone to do the autopsy instead of her.

What if they miss something? What if they misdiagnose something? What if they do something wrong? The changes in the results would be dramatically huge and she couldn't afford that.

She tried to dissuade him, "but sir-"

"Shh," he shushed her, putting his index and middle fingers on her lips.

"I have another professional forensic pathologist assigned. You will be informed about the results, but you're not going to be the one working on this case." His voice was serious and held authority.

Kurai frowned. She didn't care about his reasons.

She didn't trust anybody and she most definitely wasn't going to trust an unknown pathologist from another hospital.

His gentle tone was bothering her. He was talking to her as if he was trying to convince a child.

She inhaled some air to protest against her boss, but he pressed his fingers on her lips harder.