"In order to protect you he signed the contract that cost him his own life.."
"Why did he did so?"
"Cause you saved someone who meant life to him."
A 24 years old NIS officer sets on a mission with a mysterious man to find the truth behind the abnor...
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"I am not your servant you know.." He husked out while caging me inside.
"Why do you think I am calling you a servant?" I trailed my index finger from his veiny hands over his neck that was flexing his veins and locked my arms around his neck.
Boy turned into tomato by my one sentence and looked away with his red ears.
"Are you not going to do anything else?" I whispered interlocking our eyes.
He was taking deep breaths. The silence between us was so loud that we were unable to hear clock's ticking, sizzling of noodles.
"I swear.. if you were mine, I would have already did a lot of things to you.." He murmured.
My heart stopped for a second.
He sure has feelings for me, but when I don't know.
He was looking at me as he was searching answer for his words but unfortunately I didn't have an answer for him. Before he could see my broken self in my eyes, I broke the contact and removed my arms from him. I turned myself away from him looking down at the dish that was on the stove.
"Let's eat.. it is already cooked." He looked away from me, rubbing his nape.
"Y-Yes." I mumbled turning off the stove.
Next Morning... 10 am....
"So where are you going now?" Sehun asked me when I did a touch up infront of him.
"Police Station." I replied.
"Why?" He asked taking a spoonful of rice in his mouth.
"Just to see how is police behaving on recent events."
I picked my bag and saw Sehun standing up with dishes.
"Wait up.. I am coming too." He said.
"Hmm.."
Seoul Police Station...
"Ah.. excuse me, I came from NIS and want to check some file cases of six months ago." I said very politely.
"ID?" A man in 30s replied in a very irritated tone.
I took out my ID and showed him. He gave it back after taking a glance of it.
"What kind of file you need?" He asked.
"Kirim High School serial murder case." I replied in a very loud and cold tone.
I ran my eyes over the place and as I thought, officers were looking at us.
"I think you got some kind of misunderstanding because that case was not a murder case but a suicide one. Also, we are not allowed to give information about any case to anyone." He replied calmly making me all angry.
