The Unexpected (Namkook)

Part 1

A sudden scream got the 26 years old senior police officer to spit the hot caffeine in a projectile motion, splashing on the face of his superior inspector in charge. The tension with the upcoming appraisal cycle has pushed him over the edge culminating to silly mistakes in the day to day case handlings. Trying to keep up with the pace, he has been in and out of the bureau as well as the crime scenes and necessary spots. Getting a five minutes break has become next to impossible, so his natural instinct couldn't say no to the hot aromatic glass of cappuccino that his colleague got for him.

"What the hell, Jeon Jungkook?" Inspector Won Bin screeched out in pain as the hot substance hit the contours of his face.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I got distracted by the loud cry." The junior in rank as per Korean National Police Agency apologised sincerely, almost at the verge of touching feet of his superior in shame.

"Sir, you need to see this." A fellow police office called out the senior most personnel towards the source of mysterious scream. Unable to shake off the urge to unearth the truth, Bin wiped his face taking out some tissues from the box kept on his table.
"I will see you, later." A warning glare at the awkward officer was thrown by the inspector before leaving the spot. Jungkook followed his boss like a puppy with zero intention of leaving a scope of earning appreciative words that would be helpful for the expected promotion in near future.

Bin's eyes fell out of the socket to find a young woman sitting on a chair with a blood covered knife lying kneeling the floor. The blood drops on her face with no sign of wound suggested her involvement in a possible horrendous act. Beside her was standing a junior female officer, apparently responsible for the loud scream that dragged Jungkook and Bin out.

"What's going on?" Bin asked the sub-inspector Yoon Sung-ho across the chair of whose the woman was sitting.
"Sir, she just walked in with that knife in her hand and threw it down after entering through the door. She was almost collapsing when we made her sit." Sung-ho explained.

Bin took a bottle of water from Sung-ho's table and placed it in front of the lady saying, "Care to speak, miss?" She broke down like a pin has been passed through a thin layer of ice. Loud sobs resonated the place that turned into hiccups in next few moments.

Jungkook walked near the knife and crouched to have a closer look when Sung-ho yelled out.
"Hey Jeon! Don't touch the crime weapon." He cursed the man in his breath for ruining his chance of showing proactive enthusiasm in front of his supervisor. He stood up and backed away watching the interaction between Bin and the lady. He tried to keep her calm but she broke down every time a break from sobbing and hiccups was attempted for.

"Miss, if you don't speak, we will have to take you in judging the blood and the sharp weapon." Bin said folding his arms at his chest with a frustrated expression.
"Arrest me, sir. I killed him." Her emotions continued in a never ending manner right after uttering the confession.
"Whom did you kill? Who is 'he'?" Bin leaned towards her with knitted brows.
"Lee Kun-woo, my husband." She spoke in between hiccups.
"And you are?"
"Lee Byeol"

Bin took a deep sigh with closed eyes before speaking, "We will arrest you based on your confession, but you have the right to remain silent and appeal for law assistance. Thorough investigations will be carried out based on which you will be produced in court." He gestured a lady constable to put handcuffs on her and asked her to take down the whereabouts of the crime scene and dead body.

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"Joonie!"

The name in a thin and sensual female voice stopped a tall man on his way out of the university. Turning back with a disgusted face, he asked, "What now, Ha-jin?" She ran towards him emitting clacking sound of her high heels, almost throwing herself into his arms.
"Get off me, man!" He jerked her off creating a significant distance.
"Joonie, don't call me man." She protested forming an artificial pout in her lips.
"Listen, I don't have time for this. Can you please hurry up and tell me what exactly you need from me? And don't call me with that stupid name, call me by my real name." He spat in a not so polite tone.

"Fine! Namjoon, can you please give me a lift to the mall? My driver won't be able to make it today and you know I don't have a driver's license." She requested lingering her fingers on Namjoon's jacket covered arm.
"I need to go home, not everyone's having time for your drama, Ha-jin." He walked to his car ignoring all the sweet callings from the girl.