Beyond barriers/ Kim Namjoon

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Lee Aisling 

"You're late," Namjoon murmured as soon as I showed up in front of his slightly trooped eyes. 

Unfortunately, my bus was late and I had to sprint to the department as fast as I could. 

"Two minutes, don't be dramatic," I said almost rolling my eyes, however I remembered our yesterday's exchange of words. Moreover, I really wanted this position so I decided to stick to my plan and be nice towards Namjoon. 

"Two minutes is a lot in our profession," 

"Okay, I'm sorry. This won't happen again," I murmured simply giving up. To be honest I had at least 3 different punch lines prepared for his earlier statement, but I bit my tongue. 

"I hope. Today will be a busy day for me as well as for you," he started guiding me through the long corridor of the crime department. "I would ask you to organize the files from cases we have already closed. Some of them have been mixed with the ones that are outdated." 

We stepped into a big, grey room. It was a dim place, filled with tall shelfs and boxes on them. Namjoon guided me to the section number 45, and inctructed how to organize the files. Suprisingly he remainded very professional and I haven't heard any weird comments from him. As soon as, I was informed I would be left alone here with my work, the doors to the room opened with a loud bang.

"Namjoon, we have a possible C-46, on Myeongdong. Get your shit together and take Aisling with you!" exclaimed Mr. Lin looking at our direction. 

I saw Namjoon's brows furrowed at the sudden interruption. He exchanged a quick glance with Mr. Lin, his irritation palpable. "Mr. Lin, I've been working solo on these cases for a while now. I don't think it's necessary to have Aisling accompany me."

"Don't disscuss we me Namjoon. She has to learn and the best way she can do that i by the practise and not by... What the fuck are you even doing?" Mr Lin asked, however our conversation was interrupted by the sudden telephone sound coming from him pocket. 

"You know what... Just drive to  Myeongdong as fast as possible. I have to go now. Good luck Aisling. Don't shit you pants," he said closing the door after him. 

"Come," said Namjoon taking his jacket from one of the chairs that were rested on the grey wall. 

Second later I found myself in a black Range Rover sitting next to Mr Grumpy. 

"Should I be concerned?" I asked while Namjoon left the parking loat. 

"Hm?" 

"Mr Lin said "don't shit your pants". Why?" I asked again seeing he has gone comliteply into his own thoughts.

"Well..." he started glancing at me." It's is a murder scene." 

"Oh..." was the only werbal reaction he got from me. 

As we sped through the city streets towards the heart of Myeongdong, a palpable tension lingered in the air between Namjoon and me. The initial awkwardness seemed to have been replaced by a mutual realization of the gravity of the situation.

Namjoon's grip on the steering wheel remained tight, his jaw clenched. He stole glances at me occasionally, perhaps gauging my reactions or maybe contemplating the unfolding circumstances. The city's usual bustling energy felt distant as we approached the scene of the potential murder. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and uncertainty.

As we neared our destination, flashing police lights painted the surroundings in hues of blue and red. Yellow tape cordoned off the area, and officers were scattered around, their expressions a mixture of seriousness and focus. Namjoon parked the Range Rover with a precision that hinted at his experience.