"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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When Chantelle awakens the next morning, she is instantly struck by a massive headache. She groans, sitting up on her elbow and looking around. "What the fuck?"
From the off-white walls to the bland decor, the room around her is completely unfamiliar. Two questions pop into her mind.
Where is she?
And what the hell happened last night?
She looks down at herself, quickly realizing that she's naked. Then she turns her head to the left, spotting a familiar figure sleeping soundly in the bed next to her. Also naked.
"God damn it, Chantelle, what did you do?" She hisses to herself, quickly getting off the bed and looking for her clothes, which are scattered all around the floor. Once she finds her undergarments, she slips those on and checks her phone.
It's already almost eight, she's late for work.
Panic starts to set in, but then she checks her emails and sees one from Lieutenant. Headquarters is closed until ten because of the snow.
Wait, snow?
Still feeling extremely disoriented, she creeps over to the window of what she has realized is a hotel room. And sure enough, the world below is blanketed with pure white snow.
So she slept with Taehyung, she has a massive headache, and now getting to work will be a pain in the ass because of this freakish snow storm.
What a great start to her Tuesday morning.
"Well, I could certainly get used to this morning view."
Chantelle sighs heavily, turning around to see Taehyung now sitting up in bed. Her eyes linger on his bare chest for a moment before drifting up to the obnoxious smirk on his face.
"Please, just shut up." She huffs, walking away from the window to find the rest of her clothes. "Did we use protection, at least?"
"I thought you wanted me to shut up." Chantelle gives him a deadly glare, to which he rolls his eyes. "Of course we did, even if I was shit faced I would've remembered. I've been doing this for a long time, you know."
"Fucking a different girl every night? Yeah, believe me, I know." She snorts as she pulls her pants up.
Taehyung sighs. "Chantelle, c'mon. Don't be like that."
"Whatever, headquarters opens at ten today so I'll meet you there." She responds, trying to keep her tone neutral but she knows he can tell she's upset.
The worst thing she could've done was get involved with Taehyung again. Yet, that's exactly what she did last night. She's such an idiot.
Taehyung is silent as she puts on the rest of her clothes and grabs her things. But as she reaches for the door handle, he suddenly jumps out of bed.
