𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 (𝙰 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚆𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌)

Justice

(No One's POV) 

(Mention of Assault, and Pedophilia ⚠️ this sign will be put when it's mentioned)

Jeonghan's blood ran cold as he recognized the same man from the video who had purchased his daughter for a hundred thousand dollars. Now, this man was casually seated at the FBI, engaged in conversation with his husband. Jeonghan realized he couldn't involve Cheol in this, suspecting corruption within the FBI department. His chain of thoughts was interrupted by Cheol.

"Babe, are you there?" Cheol waved his hand at Jeonghan, bringing him back to reality.

"Oh yeah, I'm here. Just got lost in thoughts," Jeonghan replied, and Chanbaek walked towards him, offering his hand. "It's Lee Chanbaek, a pleasure to meet you," he said in a sweet tone. If Jeonghan didn't know about him, he might have believed he was a nice person. However, Chanbaek's words kept replaying in his head. "It's Jeonghan, Assistant Director Cheol's husband," Jeonghan said, shaking Chanbaek's hand and trying not to feel disgusted.

Cheol chimed in, "He is also a teacher at Oxbridge and makes the world's best cookies." Cheol back-hugged his husband. "Sir, you should join us for dinner sometime. It would be an absolute honor for me to have dinner with one of the best agents," Cheol suggested.

"Ah, Cheol, you are embarrassing me. I'm pretty sure there must be a better agent in this department than me," Chanbaek said, rubbing his nape in embarrassment. "As for dinner, I promise we will have that when I have time—" Chanbaek was interrupted by Jeonghan.

"Sir, please. Cheol and I will make the best dinner. I also want to hear stories about your bravery, and I will bake my special cookies." Jeonghan left Cheol's embrace, held Chanbaek's hand, and rubbed the knuckles with his thumb in a suggestive manner. Chanbaek, shocked, found it hard to deny. "Okay, if you insist that much, today's dinner is on you guys," Chanbaek said with a smirk. "Okay, perfect. So, babe, I'll go back to our home and get some groceries for dinner," Jeonghan said, pecking Cheol's cheeks and leaving in a hurry.

The moment Jeonghan left the room, he went to the bathroom and started washing his hands aggressively, disgusted by his own actions. His knees lost their energy, and Jeonghan fell to the ground crying aggressively. Then he heard,

"You are really pretty, and you don't look good when you cry,"

Younha's words playing in his mind. He stood up, wiped his tears, and held Younha's handkerchief. "This is for you, Younha," Jeonghan whispered, looking at his own reflection in the mirror. He left the bathroom and headed toward his home.

(At Jeongcheol's Home)

"Sir, I'm glad you came," Seungcheol opened his door and greeted Chanbaek, who wore a red suit and held a bouquet of flowers.

"Of course, I would come because I always fulfill my promises," Chanbaek said, spotting Jeonghan behind Cheol. "Oh, sir, you are here. I hope you came without any difficulty," Jeonghan said with a smile, dressed in a silk black shirt and tight jeans. Chanbaek stared at Jeonghan for a minute, mesmerized by his beauty. "Oh, I absolutely didn't face any difficulty, and these pretty flowers are for a beautiful man," Chanbaek said, giving the flowers to Jeonghan, who happily took them. "Sir, you shouldn't have done this formality," Cheol said.

"You are asking me to stop being formal while you call me Sir. Please, we aren't at work, so call me Chanbaek," he suggested. "Okay, Sir—I mean Chanbaek," Cheol corrected himself. "Dinner is ready. Take a seat," Cheol pointed towards the dining table, and the trio sat, having fun. While Cheol talked about Chanbaek's stories and how he solved cases, Chanbaek kept getting embarrassed. Amid the conversation, they started drinking. Cheol, having low alcohol tolerance, passed out on the sofa, and Jeonghan's plan began.