Lie Again |↬𝘄𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗳

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San slammed the door of his car as he got out and watched the old man and the odd annoying boy get dragged inside the police station. He also made his way inside to the office he shared with other detectives.

"How did it go?" Hongjoong questioned curiously from his desk as he sipped his coffee silently.

"I don't know." He sighed as he also got himself something to drink, opening the cap of his water bottle swiftly drowning the whole bottle.

"When I got there everything already happened and everything I planned went downhill because of this strange boy that was at the scene," he complained tiredly and hongjoong raised a brow.

"But you still caught him, right? And who is this boy?"

"I don't know, he wasn't planned to be there. I never go wrong with my plans. He just happened to ruin it. Maybe he works for someone..." he trailed of suspiciously and deep in thought with a sharp gaze, his grip on his now empty bottle tightening.

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Wooyoung's leg bounced up and down while he took in the dark room, the only source of light coming from the lamp above the table.

He knew he was in a questioning room and leaned back, bored because it has been a while since he got shoved inside.

'I was just celebrating my freedom, how did I end up like this' he whined in his mind as he supported his head with his arm on the table.
It was already night time, if not morning and he was still in here as he yawned.

Finally the door opened and the person he wanted to see the least stood there in his glory.

San was wearing a black tight turtleneck and his black hair was kind of messy, almost cute if it wasn't for his cold sharp gaze.

Wooyoung smirked and sat up straight as he took in San while he made his way inside and sat across Wooyoung.

"I almost thought you stood me up! Next time be on time, please," he made a pouting face, causing San to roll his eyes.

"Now cut this annoying act and tell me what you were doing there at the scene," san asked sharply as he gazed up from his papers, staring intimidatingly into wooyoungs eyes.

But wooyoung was not one to shy away, so he came forward in his seat and leaned against his arms on the table with an equally strong gaze.

"I was only there to celebrate my graduation. Then I saw this suspicious man and followed him," he said it like it was obvious.

San looked at him suspiciously and raised a brow.

"Why did you handle the situation on your own and interfere when you could have called the police and stay out of it? He could have easily shot you, hence the gun at the scene."

"Well that would have been boring, wouldn't it? Also you take forever to make it to scene, someone could have lost their life!" Wooyoung countered with an annoyed tone.

San slammed his papers on the desk, his arms flexing from anger. If wooyoung wasn't equally angered, he would have found the action hot, but that is a story for another day.

"You have no idea what you're talking about! The scene, the victim, everything was planned by me to get to the man! But you just happened to burst inside and act like a pro and ruin my plan," San elaborated with a raised tone.

"What do you mean ,planed'? You mean, you send the man to buy drugs from that disgusting old man to catch him? Well sorry to break it to you, but he almost died because of your stupid plan," he commented and rolled his eyes.

"Do you thing we didn't think of that? He was wearing safeties and is trained to protect himself," San hinted.

Wooyoung sat there with wide eyes, but he wouldn't go down like this. He was too prideful and if you ask him, he still thought that he did the right thing.

"So, who send you? Who are you working for?" San asked him seriously, his gaze not weakening.

Wooyoung bursted into laughter. San looked at him with raised eyebrows, trying to stay calm.

"Are you serious? Please do your research correctly. I am not working for anyone. I happened to be there by chance." He leaned back in his chair with an annoying grin enjoying the dark and irritated look on sans face.

"I am actually a college graduate. Criminology is my major, so I have every right to act like a pro to answer your question." San didn't look like he was believing any of his words, so he just smirked.

"Please check my records and identity," he challenged him. San sighed and rubbed his temples.

San stood up and exited the room. He ordered an officer to do research about Wooyoung and when he was finished it turned out to be true. San scanned the paper of information given about wooyoung.

He's two years younger born in Seoul, has a brother and graduated today with a degree in Criminology. There was also listed that he was the best graduate in his major also given a price for his achievement.

San raised his eyebrows not knowing if he should be impressed or annoyed by the fact.

"He's also searching for a job as a detective right know," the officer added and San smirked.

He returned to the questioning room and saw Wooyoung slowly dozing off, his hair falling to his face and lips pursed showing up his small dimple on one cheek.

San made his way to the table and slammed his papers down so he'd wake up. Wooyoung opened his eyes startled and sat up straight looking up at San, who was standing before him leaning on the table with raised brows.

"You can't sleep here. You're dismissed, please leave," San said coldly.

"So you actually realized that I said the truth," Wooyoung smirked and San rolled his eyes. He gave him his belongings back and turned around.

"Let's not meet again."

"Didn't plan to."