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Chapter 5: District 6

District 6

"Hyung, you really want to go in there? T-that district is so mad."

"Yeah, that's why I'm wondering too why is a weak looking like him is living in there," I replied.

"I want to go with you," he offered.

I smiled at him. "No stay here and be alert in case that of emergency," I refused.

"The narcotics crime division team one will have a sting operation in there tonight. Make sure not to stumble on them," he cautioned me.

I nod. "Okay Kai. Thank you so much for that. You really are the best," I expressed and ruffle his hair.

"Anything that can help you, hyung," he smiled back.

"I'll get going now," I stated and heads out.

Hueningkai being my partner in crimes since I started the service is really a great help to me. He's always there for me and I truly appreciate it. What a great friend.

I drove off to district 6 and this is actually the most dangerous district out of 10. This is actually where the mafias den are and everything illegal as well as black market. This is the only district that even government doesn't want to touch.

But police in this city are really tough that they want to keep the law.

It's almost an hour by drive before I entered the district. The eerie feeling just envelops me even if I'm still at the high way. I started looking where Soobin's staying in here and it's really in a narrow alley.

I decided to park in an open space and make sure that everything is lock and safe. I wore a cap because others might know my identity and will attack me out of sudden.

I investigated so much stuff that thugs really hate me already.

"Where exactly the fuck is he living in here? The street lights can't even get passed through already," I whine. I am still walking and keep on looking in any direction when I suddenly feel like I'm not just walking alone.

Still I didn't stop walking but I can just feel them getting more and more close to me. So I stopped and looked back at them. There are just two of them. Looks like some local thugs, wearing old tracksuits, both hands on their pockets that for sure has some weapons.

"Excuse me, why are you following me?" I asked them in my polite tone and I even chuckles at the end.

"Ahjussi-"

"What did you just call me?" I cut him off.

He laughs manically. "HAHAHA! Oh, sorry! Sorry!" he then scratches his bald head. "Just have some little fun, can you join us?" he asked.

"Guys, what are you doing?"

A familiar voice from my behind speaks. Then I felt his arms clings around my shoulders. He's a few centimeters taller than me too so it's perfectly fitted.

"I-it's Soobin," one of them stuttered.

"Hmm?" Soobin hummed and smiled at them.

"A-ah, we saw him and we thought he's lost so w-we're actually like t-trying to help him," the other reasoned. "W-we'll get going now then. Let's go," he then grabs his friend and walk away.

I saw how their faces looks scared because of Soobin's presence. What is he? A thug as well? This guy really.

"Get off me, will you?" I muttered and he did it.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me and started walking.

I started following him. "Looking for you, I guess?" I bluntly replied.

"Now you are stalking me?"

"I am not. I am here to know about something," I defended.

We take a turn in the right and it's much darker in here. It's also slippery because of the broken pipes above. The messy electric cables of the buildings are making it here even darker.

He stopped walking in front of a rusty door and he inserted a key. After opening it, we head inside and he locks it. I wandered my eyes and it's still dark and only a feint of light is passing inside.

Soobin then pulled a level on the wall and the lights opened. That's when I saw that this is kind of a lower ground. We take the stairs and when I reached the floor. It's really messy, full of papers, canvas and old paintings. There only one couch and a table that has some pencils and other pens.

My eyes also caught the wooden board that is filled with bond papers that has different sketches. The walls are also a bit rusty with hint of old spray paints.

"What is this? Dump site?" I insulted.

"Maybe to someone who cannot appreciate arts? You will never understand why a painter's room is always messy," he countered.

He then went to his old fridge and pulled a pitcher and picked a glass on his mini counter sink. Then he walks towards the center table, simple swipes the pens to give space and put the pitcher and the glass- not minding the pencils falling on the ground.

"Sit down, I don't really have the time to entertain you because I have work to do," he stated and turns his back.

I saw him head towards an easel where there's a big sketchbook resting upon it. He held a black pencil and started seriously sketching something.

It was the first time I saw him work. I don't know what he is drawing in there but sitting in a high stool and intently staring at the paper makes him look like a new person to me.

"I heard that you got an exemplary award for three consecutive years because of being a good detective- a good one who uses deductive reasoning fast but," he paused as well as his hand. "Why didn't your captain give you the case?" he asked and stared at me.

"None of your business," I answered.

He scoffs and continued what he's doing. "Maybe you aren't capable of catching the culprit?" he mocked.

"Shut up, you don't know a thing," I rebut. "What do you know about Spades, huh?" I asked him instead.

"I don't know. Why do you believe me that fast? We're not even that close. I don't even know you that much but you already believe what I'm spitting. Are you really a detective?"

This guy's tongue is so sharp that I want to fucking cut it off.

"Instinct," I mentioned. I started walking towards him. "My guts told me so and that's why I'm here," I added.

"Your guts sucks then."

"Choi Soobin, I know you know something so stop fooling around," I stated, glaring at him.

He meets my glares. "Do you really want me to say something?" he smirked.

"Tell me what you fucking know," I answered.

He turns the current page of the paper and then dropped his pencil. He then stood up in front of me. He placed his huge hands and his slender fingers on my collar. I'm feeling anxious but I stayed cool.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered.