"Please get away from me!" A woman's voice shouted, and her hurried steps were concealed by the wet grass underneath her. "Please, I didn't see your face. I swear." She shouted at the figure, running after her. "Someone help me!"
"Screaming won't help you in this situation! There's no one here at this hour, and there are no working cameras." The guy was able to catch up to the woman and grab her by the hair. Pulling her towards him, he smiled. "I don't usually go for women, but you're just so unlucky. The woman's eyes widened in shock before the man placed an arm around her neck. She scratches and tries to get away, but after a while, her body stops moving once a big crack noise is heard. "Damn, now I have to do more cleaning than I wanted to do." Rolling his eyes, he dragged the woman's body back to his other and took out a kit from his bag. "Have to make sure there's no evidence of mine on either of them." And that's what he did. He cleaned up both bodies. Making sure he got under the nails and any little thing that can be put back to him. "Good, all done."
He placed his cap on his head before leaving the forest area. Getting in his car, he drove back to his home in Seoul. His timing was almost cut short because of that woman, but it was fine. He finished in good time. "Some people are just so annoying."
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"Hello?" Namjoon answers his phone when he sees that the chief is calling him. He looked at the time, and it was 10 PM. "Oh, hey. Yeah. I'm just getting back to my place. My trip? It was normal." Namjoon kept the phone to his ear as he entered his apartment, and he smiled when he set down his bags by the door. "Of course, sir, I'll see you Monday. Alright. Bye." He hung up and sighed. "Home sweet home."
----Yoongi opened his door to his apartment and plopped down with a sigh. "What a day." He laid down on the couch and placed his bag next to it. He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. His left eye twitched at the thought of the woman. He has to take care of it, but his arm is bonded until Monday. "Guess I'm stuck with just watching until Monday night." He groaned when his phone started to ring. "I hate people!" He picked it up. "Yes? What do you want?" It was Officer Park. "A new station? I'm being moved? Where? Oh, okay." Yoongi hung up and placed his phone to the side. "I still have time before then."
Yoongi pulled out his laptop and searched up the new station he would be working at, and his eyes scanned all of the names of the other officers and...... "Detective Kim Namjoon?" Yoongi thought about the detective. He remembers the guys face, and he smiled. "He was pretty handsome." Nodding to himself, he decided to look the guy up, just for shits and giggles. "Well, that's interesting." He got to one part of Namjoon's page and chuckled at it. "I'll go say hi when I'm free." What he saw that was interesting was the the Detective lives in the same apartment building as him. "Maybe I could have some fun with him."
(Knock, Knock)
Yoongi rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch. His laptop on the coffee table and to the side. He looked through the peephole, and he slowly left his door to ignore the person on the other side. "Too soon, too soon." He said as he grabbed his laptop and went to his bedroom. "Not today." Yoongi turned off all of the lights and shut his bedroom door quietly. "Not yet." He wasn't ready to have a full conversation with the detective. "I'll just go to bed." He did, and he completely ignored the man at the door.
Outside his door was Namjoon because the detective also knew that they lived in the same building and was going to see if the officer was home. "I guess he's not home." Was his conclusion when the man didn't come to the door. "Or he's asleep." He sighed but shrugged.
"Maybe another day."
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