ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 64

~ Seoul Jungbu Police Station, 27 Supyo-ro, Euljiro-dong, Jung-gu, Seoul

Minho put his head against the cold metal bars of the detention cell, groaning as the ache from the alcohol set in. In his temples, his belly... it was a miracle he hadn't puked yet. He hadn't put up a fight at the station but the fight had been something else. All hope for resolve fell to shambles when the waiter began to swear back in double the spite after he hit him, swinging his arm back to punch him back in the face but he accidentally caught Eunyeong on the chest causing the patrons to let out a collective gasp.

"Ow..." Eunyeong could barely fathom what happened and Minho hurled the waiter back into the table, snapping it in the middle as he threw punch after punch at the man's face "How dare you touch her!". Even the manager knew that there was nothing more to do to save the situation. The night finally ended when the guards threw Minho and Eunyeong into a security van, the waiter having been fired on the spot. "Where are you taking us?" a drunk Eunyeong asked in a slurring voice as the driver cruised through the city as the manager idly sat shotgun.

For paperwork, Minho supposed...

"McDonald's" the manager answered in an unimpressed tone "They have better service there" he cocked his head up to check the rearview mirror, catching their hazy faces from behind the plexiglass dividing the backseat and the driver's seat. "Minho... what's happening?" Eunyeong grabbed his hand, barely able to hold her head up and he could barely think "It'll be okay" he answered off the top of his head, no clue as to where they were even heading. The van took a sharp left into a familiar street, glowing lights illuminating sundry boards.

Have you ever been so drunk you forget that your actions have consequences...?

The shutters were starting to roll down and Minho counted the street lights to calm himself down before they finally stopped in front of a greyish building, offset with a glass window and smooth stone accents. Blue letters atop the front reading Seoul Police Station. "Hey, this is not McDonald's" Eunyeong softly whispered, clutching her purse tightly and Minho zoned out, staring at the police cars lined upfront. This wasn't happening... this was it... if this went up on his record or anyone heard of it, his career would be over.

The van halted in front of the wide transparent doors, plastered with the station banner and sigil. CLACK! he heard the manager hop out as the driver sat still, two men striding towards their vehicle. Eunyeong and Minho couldn't hear anything, watching only as the manager spoke to the policemen, gesturing towards them as he shook his head. Moments later, the officers sauntered towards the door, standard issued rifles slung on their backs. They slid the door open from outside, Minho realising that there was no lock inside.

They were treating them like hardcore felons...

"Out!" one of them barked as the other grabbed Minho by the nape of his collar, guiding him out, the other handling Eunyeong. "Ah" Minho stumbled as the officer dragged him forward, through the clear doors and into a room filled with cubicles. Minho looked back at Eunyeong in panic as they escorted her, far more gentle than they were with him. She still looked scared. They were shoved down into chairs before a filing clerk "Tch tch... if you want to get drunk, do it at some small diner, who creates a ruckus at Yeon's..."

He chomped on crisps, spraying the file with crumbs "They have strict conduct policies too... why get into trouble like this" he chastised them, then looking up at the manager "You couldn't handle it either?" the clerk laughed and the manager sighed, looking more inconvenienced than mad "Just do your job, man" he said and the clerk nodded slightly "Why did you do it?" he asked no one in particular and Eunyeong and Minho exchanged glances, none of their senses catching on. Minho finally spluttered "Gigolo... their waiter called me a gigolo..."