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This one shot is just wild and weird....
Namjoon and Y/n were lost in their own little world, laughing and gazing into each other's eyes
“I can't believe I ever hated you.” She giggled.
“And I can't believe I ever thought you were just a pesky officer.” Namjoon softly rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.
Their romantic moment was interrupted by the door opening, and Y/n's eyes widened in shock.
“Taehyung?” She was surprised to see him sitting on the bed with a toy. Maybe he came here by accident? She knows he is a troublemaker.
Taehyung got excited, “Yes my bride is here! Namjoon Hyung! Give me my bride!”
Namjoon's expression turned serious, and he nodded, “Taehyung, she's yours now.”
Y/n's eyes darted between Namjoon and Taehyung, confusion and shock written all over her face
Taehyung was giggling, "You're my bride now!” he swept her into his arms, spinning her around.
Y/n was protesting, “Wait, what's going on? Namjoon, what's happening?”
Namjoon's face was expressionless, but his eyes held a hint of apology.
“We're getting married! Just like I always wanted!” Taehyung exclaimed.
Y/n's mind raced, trying to process the sudden turn of events.
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One year ago,
Y/n, in her police uniform, stood alongside her colleagues at the funeral of Mr. Kim, the wealthy businessman. As they approached the funeral hall, they were stopped by the staff and Namjoon, the elder son.
“I'm afraid I must ask you all to leave. We need privacy during this difficult time.” Namjoon said.
“I understand, but I'm here to inform you that your father's death was no accident. It was murder.” She said in an apologetic tone.
Namjoon looked stunned, “What are you talking about? Leave now, before the reporters make a scene.”
“I need to take Kim Taehyung in for questioning.” she said firmly. Namjoon chuckled before shaking his head.
“Have you gone insane? Taehyung would never harm anyone.” Namjoon said.
“I'm afraid I have my orders. Excuse me.” She said, but Namjoon held her arm to stop her.
“We can talk while sitting inside, right now everyone is outside. I really don't want things to get messy here. I want to talk to the higher ups first.” Namjoon said. She pushed his hand away.
“Please cooperate with us, or I have put you behind the bars too.” She said.
Y/n pushed through the crowd, the reporters snapping pictures and the mourners whispering among themselves.
