"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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"Taehyung, give me my damn towel!" Chantelle glares at the half naked detective who has just stepped out the shower. He has a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and another in his hand. Not only that, but there's a shit-eating grin on his face.
"How about..no."
Chantelle lets out a frustrated groan."Bro, I'm serious."
He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I just fucking railed you in the shower and you're gonna call me bro?"
She crosses her arms across her chest, the water still dripping from her skin as she stands in the bathtub. Taehyung is a few feet away on the mat outside the shower. He's close enough to glare at, but not close enough to snatch the towel. At least without Chantelle potentially busting her ass in the process.
So instead of making a quick attack, she tries a different tactic. She narrows her eyes a bit, looking up at him through her lashes as she steps out of the tub.
Her seductive act seems to be working because the smile has now faded from his face, quickly replaced by a dazed expression while his eyes trail down her body. He watches silently as she comes closer, waiting to see what she is up to.
And because Chantelle knows he won't be willing to give up so easily, she takes it a step further. She closes the distance between them, pressing her chest against his. Then she trails a hand down his arm, stopping at his bicep to give it a light squeeze.
Taehyung quirks an amused eyebrow at her, but still doesn't say anything.
Before he can ask questions, Chantelle presses her lips to his. He doesn't protest, of course, using his free hand to hold her close. And she takes this opportunity to snatch the towel from his loosening grip. Chantelle pulls away with the same triumphant smile he wore earlier, feeling proud of herself.
"Thank you very much." She chirps. Once she's mostly dry, she wraps the towel around her form and brushes past Taehyung on her way to the bedroom to get dressed. Victory at its finest.
"What time is the funeral again?" He calls out to her.
"It starts at nine, so we'll just hang around the station until then." She answers, throwing on her undergarments.
"Ooh, who's this little guy?" Taehyung enters the room just as she is pulling up her pants, his eyes focused on something in the corner of the room.
"That's Cinnabun, my bunny." She smiles, looking over at the cage. Taehyung is still in just a towel as he approaches the bunny, sticking a finger through the bars of the cage to pet him.
"He's cute." He coos, grinning at the brown and white creature. Then suddenly, his face falls as he turns around to look at Chantelle. "Wait, so he was in here when we were.."
"Tae, he's a bunny."
"Yeah, a bunny with eyes." He gives her a knowing look.
Chantelle scoffs in response, rolling her eyes. "You're so fucking dramatic."
