"Have I ever told you how sexy you sound reading someone their Miranda rights?"
Chantelle throws her head back against his shoulder with laughter. "No, but you have now."
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a rookie nypd detective and a famous korean private investigator must...
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"Namjoon!" Chantelle chirps excitedly when she sees the muscular back of her partner as he enters the station.
"Oh, hey!" He turns around, a warm smile forming on his lips when he sees Detective Taylor behind him. Namjoon waits for her to catch up, slinging a friendly arm around her shoulder.
"Feeling better?" She asks as they walk to the elevator.
"Yeah, still waiting for my senses to come back though." He sighs heavily. "I can't taste shit."
She knows Namjoon loves food, so that must be a bummer.
"Tough." She replies simply, to which he sends her a playful glare.
"So what did I miss yesterday?" He asks, the elevator arriving at the second floor at the same time.
"A lot." Chantelle deadpans, stepping out of the elevator. "First of all, Jihyun Jeon is dead. Was killed the way same way his mother was, stabbed an excessive amount of times and his throat was slit. Bloody smiley face on the wall, too."
"So it's the same killer." Namjoon concludes, the two of them walking side by side towards the office area. "Any murder weapon this time?"
"Not that I know of." She shakes her head. "But we can go back to the scene today if-"
"Uh, what the fuck?" Chantelle looks up at Namjoon when he suddenly interrupts her, stopping in his tracks. She follows his gaze, only to see that there is someone already at his desk.
The man has on a white dress shirt with a red polka dotted tie, a dark green sweater over the top of it. Along with that is a pair of black slacks, the typical weapon holster around his waist. He has already placed his expensive gray trench coat on the back of Namjoon's chair, sitting down comfortably.
The man is about to rake a hand through his fluffy black hair when he finally looks up at the two people standing in front of the desk.
"Sorry, who are you?" Chantelle finally asks the question that both her and her partner are thinking.
The man lets his arm fall to his lap, a polite smile forming on his lips. Detective Taylor notes that the man is incredibly attractive, warm almond shaped eyes, a prominent nose and pink lips that naturally curve downwards. His beauty would be intimidating if not for the fact that he is now smiling at them.
He stands up from the chair, bowing at both Namjoon and Chantelle. "Hello, I'm Detective Kim. I also go by V." He has a thick Korean accent, which Chantelle recognizes from a few of her coworkers.
"So am I." Namjoon states blatantly, looking at the bronze plaque on his desk that reads 'Detective Kim'. The mix up all makes sense now. "And you're at my desk."
The man seems completely unfazed by Namjoon's bluntness, a small laugh even leaving his lips. "Well, isn't that a coincidence?"
Chantelle simply blinks at the interaction, not too sure what's going on right now. "Okay well, why are you here?"
