"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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"Do you need anything else, ma'am?" The nurse asks.
"No I'm okay, thank you." Chantelle musters up a small smile. After the nurse leaves, she turns her attention to her visitors. Well, her second group of visitors.
Her parents and brother came last night and now it's the next morning, so her coworkers have come over to check on her.
"So how's your shoulder?" Namjoon asks.
Chantelle sighs. "Luckily he missed all my major arteries but the wound was pretty deep so it's gonna take some time to heal. I'll probably have limited mobility in this arm and I might be on pain meds for the rest of my life so..yeah. Pretty fantastic."
"That's awful." Andrea frowns.
She shrugs in response, immediately wincing from the pain. She forgot she can't do that anymore. "It could be worse. I could've died, so I'm counting my blessings."
Chantelle looks over at Taehyung, who is quiet sitting at her bedside. She knows the heaviness of the situation must be weighing on him. He killed someone last night, for fuck's sake.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, I got wrapped up in stuff back at the lab." Jimin suddenly scurries into the room, heading straight to Chantelle. "God, I'm so glad you're okay." He hugs her gently.
When he pulls away, he looks around at the rest of the room. He greets everyone else, his eyes lingering on Namjoon for a little longer. "So, um.." He clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets. "..how long are you gonna be here for?"
"Probably two or three more days, they just need to make sure it doesn't get infected." She says.
Now that Chantelle thinks about it, she will probably have to stay with her parents for a bit so that someone can take care of her. She hates relying on other people, but she can barely move her right arm. Let alone do basic tasks.
"That's it, then?" Andrea asks, her voice filling the silence. "It's all over?"
"Yup, Hoseok's dead. And his DNA's a match, right Jimin?"
The medical examiner nods his head. "He was responsible for both murders, so we don't have to worry about this anymore."
"Case closed." Chantelle purses her lips, staring at the blank wall. Although she feels relieved, there's also an inkling of sadness there. Hoseok wasn't an inherently bad person. She can't help but feel like this whole situation could've been avoided, if only his parents had loved him as much as his other siblings.
That's all in the past now, though. There's no use dwelling on it.
"Shit, my lunch break is up." Andrea curses under her breath when an alarm goes off on her phone. "I gotta go, but I'll talk to you later okay? Feel better."
"Bye, Andrea."
As she leaves, Chantelle's eyes drift over to Taehyung again. Normally she would nudge him to get his attention but she can't exactly do that right now.
