🖤💜Redolence Of Yours💜🖤 (Taehyung×OC)

18. We On

He felt the need of tying the man into the chair instead of the one in custody and inflict third degree torture.

Pinching his nose bridge, Namjoon consoled his senior they they will get the information out of the conman no matter what. But the stupid fat unworthy officer kept on looking down upon his team. This is really exhausting when you are passionate for your work but the senior you're supposed to work under doesn't miss a single chance to harass and manipulate.

".... Yes Sir, we will do our best. My men are at work."

He drew the phone away from his ears to avoid the high pitched unnecessary blabbering.

"... Okay Sir. Have a... "

The line was cut already.

"... Have a cockblock everytime you fuck for the rest of your life." He finished looking at the pop up message on the screen.

A sigh escaped his lips as he cracked his neck. He looked around leaning on his bike, regretting the decision to go out to have some Jaepchae when suddenly a small cafe caught his attention. A smile lightened up his face as well as his mood at the decorative beauty of that place. In the dim light of the nighttime, the little fairy lights hanging messily around the billboard saying 'Snow Flower' seemed too beautiful in his eyes. He likes cute and small things which is quite the opposite of what he looks like. He still cracks up sometimes thinking about the moment of weakness when he randomly bought baby shoes online just because he couldn't resist it's cuteness.

Speaking of cuteness, a certain individual popped up on his mind and he scratched the back of his head, a smile threatening to break off following his flushed cheeks.

Securing his bike he walked over to the other side of the street to have some good time in the cozy place. His phone chimed once as he entered the cafe with bells ringing; but he discarded the message that came from a fashion company.

How do these places get people's number?

As he proceeded towards the reception desk, he not so surprisingly came across a familiar face. That's right, she had mentioned in her questioning that she works here.

"Nice to see you Miss Min. How's life going?" He asked in a not so direct manner.

The glint in the woman's eyes was the first thing that caught his attention. Eyes that sees everything; that demands attention and respect.

"I wish I could say the same. Life's as complicated as ever, you know."

Namjoon smirked at her edgy reply while scrolling through the little menu card placed at the desk.

"I'm just your regular customer today. Will you be kind enough to serve my craving?"

"What do you crave for, Officer Kim?"

"Just a regular chocolate shake, if you please."

"Right away."

There was an unease in her. She was too stiff with her every movement; like it's afraid that it will expose something. She was careful with where she stood and when she handed him the receipt telling him to wait for his order, she clicked her tongue and quickly removed the metal flower vase that was standing on the desk at the back of the reception.

Too late, genius.

From the glimpse he got at the twisted hazy reflection on the metal surface, he could figure out a person who was apparently sitting, more like hiding at the bottom of the reception desk.

Did he traumatize him so much that he doesn't even wanna appear in front of him? He was gentle with the interrogation as far as he remembers, so what is it?