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04. The Jocular Wench

2:15 p.m
Hanjeong Precinct

★★★

Namjoon rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that morning.

This sure was a stubborn woman.

"Can I at least have your name?" Namjoon hopelessly asked, head throbbing with an agonizing pain.

She scoffed, arms crossing over her chest. "Why? What have I to do with you?"

"Miss, I told you already," Namjoon leaned on the shelf, fingers rubbing his temple. "I'm working on the Ahn Youngmi case and you seem to have some information that could really help me."

"No I don't," she revolted matter-of-factly with her brows joined and forehead creased. "You must have misheard something. I have no connections with the Ahn Youngmi case."

This is deplorable!

Namjoon was losing his last bit of patience which tried to cling itself to him. He wasn't a man of forbearance. He hated people who delayed things, especially when he was involved. He was already tired enough with the lack of resources for the case, and now when he finally reached a point where he had a lead, he wasn't going to just let go of it.

"I'm not impaired when it comes to hearing, miss," Namjoon gritted his teeth, jaw ticking as his nostrils puffed a little in annoyance. The girl was getting on his nerves. "I heard you console your mother about your safety. You are going to come with me to the precinct."

The girl cocked an eyebrow, her eyes questioning Namjoon. "Why would I come with you?" She asked, "What guarantee do I have that you're a real cop?"

Namjoon's hand slid into his pockets, his lithe fingers pulling out his batch and ID. "Kim Namjoon, team leader of the special group of the FST. You can trust me." He said.

The girl looked at the batch and ID for a couple minutes. Namjoon seemed genuine to her, to be honest. But she wasn't unprepared. She had pepper spray in her purse.

So she nodded, though unsure. Giving this a try wouldn't kill her. Except for her mother, of course. "Isn't the precinct closed today?" She asked.

"We'll open it. Doesn't matter," Namjoon replied with so much solemnity, his voice deep and low.

"Well okay then," she said.

"You didn't give me your name, though," Namjoon requested once again.

"Su Jonghwa." The girl introduced.

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The groan the other six let out when they heard that they had to come to the precinct, couldn't be described in words. It took Yoongi a plethora of cusses, a surplus of complaints and continuous frowns to finally come to the precinct and slouch on his chair. Seokjin, didn't even speak. He was too upset to say anything.

Jungkook and Taehyung didn't complain much, but they were a little mad at coming to work on a Sunday. But what they did do, is that they came to the precinct with casual clothes on and not the uniform. Or at least something formal.

Turns out, Hoseok hadn't visited his mother this weekend. He had plans of binge-watching some web series on Netflix. Namjoon felt a little bad, but he couldn't help it.