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❝But what can I do when it's you I have the sweet tooth for?❞
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As much as Kim Namjoon was smitten with Shin Youngmi, the latter was equally oblivious of the fact. Basically, his ceaseless patience was to blame, which also end...
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With hands cuffed together and placed on the metallic table that separated the law enforcers from the nefarious, Ewan swerved his neck in every direction of the subtly mildewed interrogation room in order to feed its constituents into his brain.
A dreary tone of grey was uniformly splashed onto the matted tiles that reached halfway to the roof. From the ceiling hung a dimly lit pear-shaped bulb whose contribution in illuminating the room was almost negligible— it was nothing more than a superfluous piece of decoration, to be honest. Scrunching his nose in cluelessness, Ewan tried to further explore the other standalone furniture in his proximity, only to realize later that he had already checked out every single one of them.
The perimeter of that space must have been in double digits— it finished as soon as it started.
Exhaling listlessly, Ewan dipped his head down, resting it gently onto the table-top only to have the surface rapped against just next to his ears. He immediately jolted up, eyes narrowing at the female who had finally showed up after hours of waiting as she carefully seated herself from across him. Laying open a dossier to further increase the distance between the two of them, she firmly clasped her hands together, bending forward her torso so that her arms were positioned at one-eighty degrees upon the burnished surface of the desk.
"Just so you know, even if you hadn't agreed to confessing to your crimes by yourself, your mother's testimony still would've assisted us as efficiently in building a case against you. So, you aren't doing us any favor, alright?" Nora whispered, a smirk persistent on her lips.
"The police force and their age-old habit of threatening with obvious facts." Smugness overpowered Ewan's expression. "Tell me, officer, does any part of what you just said makes a difference in my case? I don't think so. Then why are you wasting the time of us both?"
"Tone down the arrogance for a moment, will you? Even I don't have any intention of spending more time with you than required. Let's come straight to the point then," Nora arched her eyebrows. "Apart from the incidents that I already have plenty of evidence on, against you, do you wanna... maybe recall a few other unregistered crimes that you've committed—"
"No senior, you're not permitted to go in there— Wait!"
The commotion buzzing outside would not have mattered much if the door to where Nora was in the process of debriefing Ewan had not flung open unannounced. Tearing haphazardly through the tense air, Youngmi had managed to barge in there. The female's intrusion was not one to be overlooked at all, but for some reason, Nora could not seem to pose her objection pertaining to it.
As the civilian stood planted on her spot, shoulders a tad hunched as she simultaneously recovered from breathlessness, the Lieutenant gradually backed away. Rather than doing something about the unusual development— which her superiors must also be monitoring through the CCTV cameras installed therein— she motioned Namjoon not to haul Youngmi away just yet, with the former choosing to stick to the doorsill as a result.
